Last weekend was glorious.
Although, being honest, it was the last thing I felt like doing... I got on a train and headed up to the Lakes to shoot for SwimTrek for the weekend. I was tired, moody and unusually blasé about my impending adventure...
But, within hours of arriving, the stresses of the week disappeared and there was just me, my camera, mirror lakes and warm rain....Oh, and lots of swimmers of course!
Being outside all weekend was just the tonic I needed.
I was reminded why I started The Daily Lunge... I wondered if I should move... I wondered how much a car would cost... I wondered how much a VW van would cost. A lady told me to travel the world trading videos and photos for food and accommodation and I wondered where I would start. I told another lady about my adventures in Japan and China and wondered if I had become boring. I wondered when my next big adventure would come and bring me release. I wondered about so many things that I thought I wouldn't still wonder about approaching 30.
I'm not going to lie, it made me pretty sad... wondering if I'm doing it all right. But it is good to wonder- at least I think it is.
London has the tendency of sucking us in, or making us want things we don't need, of making us drink more than we should, work more than we should, party more than we should... I get swept up in all that. It's exciting, I'm young and I want to be in the hub of everything.
But leaving it. Traveling anywhere, even if it's just to the Lake District, gives, me at least, some distance to wonder. I escape the little world that is London, and see that there is still this big beautiful world beyond it... a world that asks so much less of me than London.
And I wonder.... could I jump ship? Should I?