New Haircut, New Bikini, New Adventure.

The last few days I have been tempted to postpone my flight to the UK. It's going to be cold. I don't have a plan. I don't have a time frame. It would be so easy to take a bus (or 3) up to another Thai island, join some friends and resume my position on a hammock playing ukulele while the days passed by. The more I thought about it, the more tempted I became. Until I realised I wanted it because it was the easy option. Sure it'd be a new island, but it would be so safe, in a bubble with my friends, living the lazy life. I wouldn't be forced to meet people, I wouldn't need to be vulnerable and in such, I probably wouldn't learn much. Just continue on in a happy state of limbo for a few more weeks.

Who wants the safe option anyway? So with that thought in mind I knew continuing on alone (well not too alone, i'm visiting my dad and previous travel mates) to England, without a plan was what I needed to do. Maybe I'll get a house and a job, maybe i'll nomad around Europe, who knows?

Feeling pleased and settled in my decision I cemented it in my brain. I got a hair cut (thanks to Ash's syling skills), a new bikini (anyone who has had the (dis)pleasure of seeing my old one knows that this was a must) and a new sense of adventure in my heart. Reigniting the thrill of throwing myself to the wind, being vulnerable and discovering.