The moment my mother has been waiting for since this trip started almost 15 months ago has finally arrived: we have booked flights home.
We put it off for a long time, toying with ideas to extend travelling for as long as possible, before finally biting the bullet and setting the date: September 6. The feeling is bittersweet.
For the most part, we are both ready to go home. It will be great to see family, unpack and not have to share dorm rooms with 10 other adults. I’m looking forward to a new phase and have missed the satisfaction of a hard day’s work for a while now.
But it’s also scary. Because technically, we don’t have a home. Once again we are heading into the unknown; not knowing where we will live, work and exist for the foreseeable future. While this is also exciting, part of me wishes I could fast forward ahead to see how it all pans out. Another part of me is imploring myself to continue living in the moment, for it’s not over yet! We’ve just arrived in a brand spanking new country; Albania, and will be heading to Italy for a quick visit before London and then home.
People have been asking us when we’re headed home since we first set off and we finally have an answer. Now lets see what we can pack into these final few weeks.