i think i’m a halfway person.
i can think of countless projects i’ve started but never really completed, people i’ve failed to continue to keep in touch with, books i’ve read halfway (jonathan strange & mr norrell, midnight’s children)…
…and this trip to the united kingdom, which is supposed to be a solo backpacking trip of sorts but, in true i-am-still-unemployed fashion, has ended up not quite there with me being a couchsurfer.
at 25. shameful, i know.
still i guess it’s the years of constant pounding into my brain that i am female and therefore vulnerable that has caused me to doubt my ability to be fully independent and spend nights at averagely-ranked hostels sharing a dorm with 5-10 other travellers who, inevitably, will be of the noisy partying types and the “don’t talk to strangers” training i’ve had since i was a kid will kick in and i will be shy, reserved and altogether antisocial.
so this 2-week solo backpacking trip prolly isn’t gonna be like the trips you read about and watch on the telly. there will be no random gallivanting or cycling around on country roads with 2 hot spanish guys also on their grad trip (their sexual preference would be in question somewhat anyway). it’s more likely that i’ll be taking a day trip with a couple of pensioners recovering from a summer of grandkids and brunch.
i’m still looking forward to it. call me an anglophile, but i have wanted to go to the united kingdom since forever. it’s all the enid blytons and agatha christies, the football team i’ve supported from age 8 (who are playing the ‘pool, AT HOME, but i failed to secure tickets sigh), hugh grant and colin firth, hyde park, rolling purple hills with sheep on them and, later on in my life, the promise of an extensive art collection at the tate.
i’m leaving on sunday. can’t wait.