Eureka, I see the light

You know that feeling when finally you open your eyes and realise that your brain has been trying to tell you something and is on the verge of packing a small suitcase, shoving the pot plants in a plastic bag and walking out the door in exasperation because you wont listen!!

Hmm….well I do.

I’ve been trying to organise some travel plans of late…ok...truth? I’ve been thinking about trying to organise some travel plans of late…and that is the problem.

I am normally a very organised person. Some would say too organised, some would say bordering on obsessive; some would stand in the middle of the street pointing a quavering finger and screaming “freak, there’s the freak”. I say their just they’re jealous of my list making and box ticking capabilities.
But lately all that has disappeared and I’ve been unable to plan or organise or settle and make a decision. I’ve been suffering from organizers block and at least travel wise I’ve been unable to do a thing. Very frustrating and somewhat stressful as time flies by me at the speed of sound.

However it has happened before in various areas of my life and usually there’s a good reason behind it. And after much inner thought and deep pondering I think I know what that is.

I don’t want to travel.

I’m a simple sort of girl and if this moving to a new country and doing exciting stuff phase of my life has taught me anything it’s that I’m not a natural traveller.
Don’t get me wrong I love the discovery of new places, the excessive photo taking, the sights, sounds and smells (sometimes) of new cultures. But I never relax when I travel. I always initially feel sick and there’s a high level of stress that seems to follow me around.
It’s enjoyable and exciting but not comfortable and when it comes down to it….I loves me comfort! Perhaps I’ve grown past the stage where I can be ok with living out of a bag, constantly moving around and not being able to speak the language or perhaps I was never that person to begin with. I’d like to think I was, perhaps it’s just my priorities that have changed, who knows. In any case faced with the thought of several months of travel I subconsciously sabotaged myself by doing nothing.

Part of the problem is that there is this idea in my head that if we travel we need to go for a long time and see everything cause lord knows when we might get to see it again. We seem to get stuck into the work rut very easily these days.
It’s taken me a while but I think I’ve figured it out. I have to let it go. What I see, I see and what I don’t see won’t mean the end of the world. And it won’t mean that we're not taking advantage of what we have around us because although it feels like it sometimes, travel is not why we came over here.

So….there are a few places that we’ve wanted to see for ages and instead of careering madly around a huge number of countries and seeing very little we will focus on getting to those places we have a hankering to see.
Ireland is one of them and just thinking about it I can feel the excitement and eagerness to go flowing back into me. We’re thinking three weeks or so and we can drive around at our leisure and see whatever we want. The little towns as well as the larger cities.
Phew….glad I sorted that one out! I think I’ll go do some organising now.