“Are you excited?!”

“How long are you going for?”

“So, like, what have you got planned?”

I’m not sure if there is a limit or threshold to the amount of times one can answer such questions. If there is I’ve exceeded it.

I don’t think I’ve ever been (or ever will be) asked so many questions in my life. And what are you even supposed to say?

“Umm.. yeah.”

“Umm.. dunno.”

Umm.. not much.”

For starters, I’ve been planning to travel for so long. I’ve made plans before, people bailed, plans fell through, blah blah blah. So it wasn’t long ago the desicion was made to travel on my own. I learnt that I couldn’t rely on other people to make plans, and to kind of just step out and try some independence.

Of course, I’m not travelling on my own anymore. An opportunity was presented to a mate to defer uni and come along, and he took it. And I’ll credit him with this; it took guts. Some people might see it as just a regular holiday but going on an open ended, uncertain kind-of journey like this can be pretty heavy.

I might as well clarify this for anyone left wondering.

I’ve got a one way ticket to Canada, departing Thursday 29th May at 1800, stopping over in Auckland for 20 hours, arriving in Vancouver on Friday 30th May at around 1400. I’ve booked the first three nights accommodation in Vancouver, I’m getting a bank account, a phone, and a sense of direction…

And everything that comes after that is thought of, but not set in concrete. Long story short, there is no plan.

I don’t want to plan things under the pretense that everything’s going to be the way I expected it. Cause in reality, it’s not going to be.