This entire summer our trip felt like something that was really, really far. Yeah, we are going to throw our safe life away and leave for a year…but not now! There is still plenty of time. Well, I guess we just ran out of that time.
A little over a week and the movers are coming, the cat goes to its new owner, we are leaving Amsterdam, shit is basically getting real. We are doing this. Although we jumped up and down and drank bottles of champagne to celebrate our impulsive behavior, now that it is right around the corner both of us are, pardon my french, ‘shitting ourselves.’ What is lying ahead? How will it be? What if things are not the way we thought they would be? What if our clothes don’t fit that stupid backpack (sorry, thats just me. Not Kelvin…)? For over a week now both of us are haunted by little thoughts like these at night. When you bungeejump you don’t want to be standing at the edge for a day to contemplate how it will be, so I guess it is time for us to just jump and see. Stop thinking and start jumping!
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