Today was my last day in England for a while, my last day to cook myself a tasty lunch and go for a walk with my mum, my last day to look at the trees, the grass and the flowers. I fly for the Falklands tonight, and it’s only just really dawned on me what I’m about to be doing, where I’m about to be going. I always try to make the most of my time, specially since my life over the next 2 months is going to be quite limited. My freedom is something I value very much and is the first thing I crave in times of isolation. But this time, I’m going to throw myself in as much as I can, not allow myself to hide away in my cabin and shut off emotionally to everyone around me, making it worse for myself.
This trip is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I feel very lucky to be given it, I just need to dig deep to find the strength not to succumb to the loneliness and anxiety that I am so susceptible too in times like these. I want to fully embrace the explorer that I am and was born to be and not be such a wet leaf. I’ve packed all my goodies, cacao powder, peanut butter, dark choccie, teas etc. I’ve got books, TV series, sketch pad, but most importantly a good mind set that I’m going to ace this.
I will post again before I leave for the great sea, which will be my first time crossing the equator. When you’re at sea and you cross the equator for the first time, there’s a christening/ceremony that takes place. Often you get dunked in water, have to make a small sacrifice to Neptune, something like that…. I wonder what my initiation will entail, I’ll try to keep you all in the loop!
Wish me luck… See you in The Falklands