I have been a massage therapist student now for 3 months and it has been intense to say the least, but it is also been one of the best experiences of my life. Yes, it is hard work and essentially you get what you put into it, but I am fortunate to have excellent teachers who actually work in the field as RMT’s, so are able to offer practical experience, as well as teaching us the fundamentals that we have to cover as part of the course.
The real surprise for me is how amazing my classmates are – right from they beginning everyone has been super supportive. We all share the same mentality of “we all started this together so we will finish it together” which I think is awesome. We have become very much of a family in a short space of time, helping each other out during the tough times of exams or failed quizzes, staying behind to help each other get through sections we aren’t entirely sure about and of course celebrating the successes we have had along the way.
The past few weeks I have been sorting out my photos from my epic trip last year hence the radio/blog silence. I had actually forgotten how long it takes to go through and edit all the pictures! It also made me really sad looking back on the wonderful memories and friends I have made, wishing I was back there experiencing those things for the first time, but even though it made me long for those times in truth it was also a good thing. I have been feeling stuck in a sort of limbo of late and it triggered something in me and made me realise that I need to start creating some more memories.
I have been trying to be positive over the last couple of weeks but have found it hard to keep my spirits up as the urge to travel again has been there and envelops me like a blanket. It is strange, as up until last year I had never really travelled by myself and although there was always a itch at the back of mind, as soon I scratched it it would go away, but now it is totally different no amount of scratching will make this go away. I long for an adventure, in the pit of my stomach there is a dull ache of want and need, a need for that little thing called travel.
Woke up at 7.30am after a dreadful nights sleep. The ground was so hard even with 2 ground mats and it wasn’t just me who felt it, everyone was a little sore and grumpy. As we were staying another night it meant we didn’t have to pack up the tents which was great and meant I only had to worry about getting myself organised for the day ahead. It is so much harder living out of a backpack and trying to be tidy in a tent especially when what you need is right at the bottom of your bag! After breakfast and before we left, we all made packed lunches.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do in the park today as it was our free day. There was talk of hiring bikes and more swimming last night around the camp fire, but the majority of us decided to hike up to Vernal Falls and to really experience what Yosemite had to offer. Ro and Morgan who aren’t big hikers decided to stay in the park and take the bus tour. The scenery was so beautiful and breathtaking and my words cannot really do it justice. It was something else.
Really cloudy and overcast this morning and was spotting with rain as we packed up camp. Consequently we packed up really quickly, certainly a lot quicker than when we put it up; but I am sure with the 63 days we have left we will become experts in all weather conditions! I had an alright sleep except apparently I snore really badly which I was actually really embarrassed by, especially as I don’t know everyone that well yet. After going on the beach last night I was so blocked up and think I am getting used to the outdoor air. I felt so bad for Amanda who I was sharing with and Rich and Lucy who were nearby. Hopefully it will clear up soon or maybe I just snore and never realised it!
Woke up this morning pretty nervous and excited about the trip ahead but I shouldn’t have worried everyone was really nice. Amanda (my room mate) is lovely and we really got on and ended up talking till about 11pm last night.
We all met in the hotel foyer at 7.30am and were introduced to Jake our leader. We then through paperwork and other formalities before introducing ourselves. There are 10 of us in total on the trek doing coast to coast north and 4 of us doing the trailblazer. 5 girls ( Lucy, Morgan, Roisin, Amanda and myself)and 5 boys (Mo, Alex, Rich, Yo-man and Go-man). The people doing the Trailblazer are Mo, Roisin and Morgan so I will be spending 64 days with them whilst the others only go to New York. Everyone seems really lovely and I will go into more detail about everyone as the trip goes on. The girls I am going with on the trailblazer with were feeling a little worse for wear today as they had been out drinking till the early hours they seem a right laugh though.
Didn’t sleep that well last night I had forgotten what it is like to sleep in a bustling city where it never sleeps with the loud music from the night club, sirens and a really drunk person at 5am screaming outside!
Today has been a great day for exploring and had an epic time wandering. Didn’t leave the hotel that early as wanted to get up slowly especially when I have to be up meeting the trek group tomorrow at 7.30am.
People travel for many reasons – to escape something, to see the world to discover themselves to name a few. The truth is I have started to realise I haven’t seen and done everything I want to in my life. I want for once to do something for me, discover who I am, put myself first as selfish as that seems, instead of doing what others want me to do.
I have been thinking about travelling solo for a while but never had the guts to do it until now.
Why now? Lots of things have changed recently in my life I have relocated, changed careers, had more time to think and the unfortunate death of a friend/colleague who I thought would honestly live forever made me realise, I am not immortal or invincible and I can’t wait for fate to deal me a decent hand, I’ve got to go and get it myself!