Feels a little fraudulent starting my 'Travel Blog' from my bedroom in Moresby Parks, but I don't really intend on doing a heap of traveling anyway and I guess I could justify it with some pseudo-philosophy about "Life being one big journey", & aside from that I want to use it as an outlet tolet everyone know how much I'll miss them while I'm gone.
The security of living in a place deeply affirmed in my consciousness as 'home' and being surrounded by most of those important to me is something I've overlooked too often and is really apparent at this moment, making the prospect of leaving less appealing than I'd anticipated, but ultimately it's something I gotta do (both for my own personal development and to avoid being called a pussy for the rest of my life).
Knowing I have Whitehaven and its ethereal attractions to return to is comfort though, and apart from anxieties caused by my shit Spanish, I've nothing but excitement in terms of looking ahead to being in Ecuador).
Intended to write down some of my pre-conceptions about my trip here for looking back on, but they'd probably just make me cringe at my naivete so I'll leave it here, safe in the knowledge that I'll be too far away to be ripped effectively for this sincerity by the time most of you read it.
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