Bristol, 4/15-5/5/10 and Southern France (Nice/Monaco) 4/26-4/29

I have had it. I am leaving.

I want to see the world, and that’s not a new desire. When I was 20 I was going to see Europe before I was 22. Then I was going to do it before I was 25. Then I was divorced and broke and struggling through massage school. I’ve often been in relationships I wasn’t willing to set aside for a little while to go do this for myself – or even better, I was sitting around waiting for someone else to take me.

I’ve wanted to see the world for a lot of years, and have always given my self some reason why I couldn’t. Not enough time, not enough money, too many responsibilities, too much work to do – you know what, fuck it.  It’s time. There is nothing in my life that’s so god damn important it can’t be put on hold for a few weeks while I go fetch some perspective and experience how a part of the rest of the world does it. I’ve been running on fumes and I want some soul fuel.

I have friends in Bristol whom I am staying with, which is extremely fortunate and exciting as it’s been years since I’ve seen them, and also basically the only way I can do this trip right now. I let the Euro-dwellers suggest other places: I wanted to do Southern France for my first trip so it would be simple to hop over to Italy if I wanted rather than go to Paris which I can easily go to another time.

It’s about damn time gave that ‘travel’ tag some use!