OH HEY SASSPOTS.
I’m typing this from an American Airlines flight to Charlotte and I can’t tell if it’s Canada outside my window or Greenland, so that’s cute.
Also, I’m listening to a 2012 Usher album and I’ve just watched Frozen and also, guys, GUYS, they give you full-size cans of Diet Coke on the flight.
I am in heaven.
I’m wrapped up in a blanket next to Hannah Witton (her YouTube is over this way – she talks about sexy stuff, so you abso need to give her watch next time you’re looking for something to put on whilst you’re doing the ironing).
And we’re on our way to New Orleans to do a 7-day trek around the Deep South with Trek America.
How am I feeling?
I am excited for adventure. Really fucking excited for adventure. This is my second voyage of exploration (I don’t know why I phrased it like that – I sound like John Smith in Pocahontas) with Trek America, and I find the experience hard to explain unless you’ve been on a similar trip.
It’s not a holiday. It’s not like a school trip for adults. It’s an all-consuming experience. You witness the world with a group of strangers and it feels like no-one has or ever will witness the world they way you have. Like you share some indescribable secret that will bond you together until the dawn of time.
I mean, I was with Hannah at Heathrow Airport for all of about 14 minutes today before we started discussing vaginas.
And we hadn’t seen each other since January.
That’s the kind of bond I’m talking about.
Last year’s trip really allowed me to create distance and perspective from my own life, and has been one of the only times in my entire internet journey that I’ve really been able to switch off. To separate myself from the blogging world and from the anxiety and self-comparison it strikes up in my mind.
I’m excited for the same again. To remember what it feels like when my head isn’t clouded by HAVE YOU SCHEDULED TWEETS AND WAS THAT SPONSORED POST GOOD ENOUGH AND OMG THAT HATE COMMENT AND WOAH THAT BLOG’S SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS AND EEEEEEK THE KITCHEN NEEDS HOOVERING.
You know the drill.
But I’m also a tiny bit apprehensive and scared.
The older and more settled I’ve become, the more I’ve found myself falling victim to homesickness.
Chris drove the four-hour round trip this morning to drop me at the airport and I had to hold back tears as I watched him pull away.
I think this will be the last big trip that I do without him, because to put it simply – I love that I get to travel the world as part of my job, but I also really, really love home. Our home. Our family. Our life. It’s good.
Things might be a bit quieter in these blogging parts for the next week or so, but I’m hoping I’ll have time to write (and wifi to upload) as we go.
I’m hoping for the odd LOOK, I’M DRESSED LIKE I’M DOING A HIKE outfit post. Maybe a tips to battle grown-up homesickness post. And maybe just some classic Dear Diary posts about what I’m up to. I hope that’s OK with you little geese.
I’ll also be vlogging and Instagram storying my way along, so keep yo’ eyes peeled for close up footage of my long-haul flight induced acne and ALL the sexy southern food.
Oh yeah, soz, I’m one of those heinous people who dropped Snapchat the minute Instagram copied it. I’m sorry :(:(:(
Have a good week and make sure you drink all the coffee, wear all the statement autumn lippies and girl boss the shit out of life. You got this.