14 Apr 2015

°Sincere, caramel, champagne, down drain°

If a few `if's` have become facts, I would have been in France right now. At around this hour I would have probably been settling in the hostel or maybe having a beer in a nearby bar trying to get my thoughts in order and getting myself mentally ready for the road.

Instead the `if's` changed into `oh wells` and I am back in Copenhagen, getting ready to sleep, because tomorrow is an important day at work. Just like the one that was today. Just like the one that will be the day after tomorrow.

My passion for a backpack, an unknown path and a fresh breath of adventure will have to wait. El camino will have to stay silently or wildly without me and I will have to be a responsible adult.

Funny. I was supposed to start a solo walk of 700 kilometers tomorrow. Now, however, I am in the progress of buying an apartment. Two sides of the same coin?

They say everything happens for a reason. And I never doubted for a second of course. Never have I regretted my decision to take the job. That thought never even crossed my mind. But I still cannot help but miss that walk. And I have never even walked it.

Let's make a deal, shall we? I will come back to the casino at the end of the world. And I will sit at the poker table, next to a two-headed green monster. But you will help me win that one hand. And I will get to walk. If not El camino, then some other camino. But the world will see Ms. Too-long-of-a-surname backpacking again.