Day 1

Today seems to be confused with whether it wants to rain or shine, and I am torn between venturing outside with my felt fedora and aviators, or stay in with my warm cat and ben & jerry's cookie dough ice cream. Well, the latter option seems to have won, as i sit by my computer pondering my future travels and beginning my wanderer's blog. My wide, floor to ceiling, wall to wall windows are open to their fullest, allowing the fresh cool breeze from the passing shower to ease through to me, cross legged at the end of my bed. I still have yesterdays hair and my pyjamas worn from the night just passed. I haven't eaten lunch, i am so indecisive, i think too much that the time passes, before i then decide to have one of everything at 3pm. Late dinner then aswell, I suppose. Around me; my phone, ipad, passport wallet, black glazed candles and two passports...one expired in 93 with a picture of my plump baby face that travelled all the way with me from Canada, the other; a blonde, 20 something year old girl staring at me from the fresh pages...and my warm cat snuggled by my side, reminding me of what i'll miss while i am wandering the globe soon. Four months, in that time i will have organised what i hope will be one of the most memorable trips of my life. Finally i will get to walk the streets of New York, discover its secrets and maybe, some of mine...and go back to where i started, family, home, Canada; an abyss of wilderness and warmth where i intend to walk every inch of forest in my reach. I want to get lost for a while, they say its the way to find yourself, but im not looking for that, i just wish to be lost and alone, and to wander, endlessly across a place i have never seen. Everything is so familiar here, i think its time to open my eyes and my soul to something knew. I want to get lost...to learn.