I did it.  I went from one side of the country to the other and I feel good.  It was once such a simple thing for me to do.  Travel.  I didn’t even use to think twice about booking a flight and getting on a plane for work or for fun.  However, for the past eleven months, since my diagnosis, I haven’t been able to travel.

My greatest love in life is venturing into the unknown.  I love experiencing new cultures.  I love discovering new little places in this big world that we live in.  I love getting lost in new places that don’t know me and I don’t know it.  I love escaping into a world where I am just a visitor enjoying all the best bits.

And over the past eleven months one of my biggest fears would be that I would never be able to escape again. The thought of not being able to say goodbye to my day to day routine.  The thought that I wouldn’t be able to experience new things, not be able to meet new people and learn about how they live.  The thought of this is it, no more travel, no more escaping hit me hard.  But now I know that I can travel.  Ok it was only to the other side of Australia, but I will take whatever I can get.

Fingers and toes crossed I seem to have come home in one piece and I don’t feel ill.  I feel the opposite.  I feel invigorated and inspired.  I feel passionate again about why I am fighting to stay alive.  I feel more like me than I have done in a long time.

Who knew that a couple of days away would be so beneficial.

More small breaks are needed!  Where to next?