Eight days to go…
With my trip to Norway only just over a week away, the excitement is building and my thoughts are beginning to turn to making the most of my time over there.
This will not only be my first trip ever to Norway but is also my first time out of the country for 12 years and the first time I’ve traveled by myself.
Only ever having traveled as a child with my parents to places like Greece and Spain for beach holidays, at 25 I feel quite behind in the world of travel, and I honestly cannot wait to experience every single part of being in a different country as an adult.
I am staying with friends I haven’t seen for three years. They are two of my favourite people and having gone on adventures with them before, staying with them in Norway will be a wonderful way to catch up and see the life they have built together since moving there.
While I’m there, I plan to study a bit and write. I really want to get into to travel writing so I will be live blogging for the week I’m there. I’m reading Michael Palin’s Himalaya book currently and am feeling so inspired to document my travel’s, and know I am going to want to go on so many more of them once I’m back from Norway.
I know deep down both traveling and writing are in my heart, each as strong as the other, and so the obvious way forward is travel writing. Whether that will be in the form of travel blogging or travel journalism, I don’t know. But I am so certain that’s where my heart and my future lies.
I see this trip away as a massive opportunity for me. A break yes, from everything that’s bringing me down and emotionally stopping me from getting on with life and making important headway. But I’m basically escaping to the mountains with amazing, cultural people, eating good food and hopefully, giving myself the chance to find the answers to some of the questions whirring round my mind.
So far, I have no nerves or serious anxieties about the trip. I have been known to get very uptight and stressed just going to London for the weekend, but the prospect of boarding a plane by myself and leaving the country for a week seems to have chilled me right out. That or I’m in complete denial.
I’ll be leaving the house to catch the coach to London at three in the morning, arriving at Gatwick half seven am and flying at lunchtime. Meeting my friends at Alesund airport, we’ll then make the one and a half hour journey to their home arriving about half five pm. I’ll be traveling for about 14 hours, which I have to say does excite me, but I’m sure the novelty will be absent on the return journey.
Oh, and the other little nugget of new experience; I’ll be helping to look after an Alaskan Malamute while I’m there. He’s not my friend’s dog, it’s their friend’s and he looks beautiful. Massive and 52kg’s. But beautiful.
So, hopefully I’ll come back in one piece.
All that remains is to pack, do a last minute trip to Primark next Wednesday and then I’ll be good to go.
In truth, I can’t help that but feel like I’ve forgotten something really important, but we’ll roll with it and see what happens…
Takk and ha det