Monday 13 February 2012

The Decision to Go

TAKING THE PLUNGE


It was quiet voice, hesitant but she had my attention immediately.

“I'm not as happy as you might think,” said Judy.

I glanced across to the driver's seat and wondered what was to come. It didn't sound good and desperately I cast my mind back to see what I might have done to upset her. Blank. I knew better than to ask. Whatever was on her mind, it was coming.

“You just looked so free back there. And I felt so sort of .... trapped. I'm never going to be able to travel.”

So that was it. Travel and freedom. Two magic words. And 'back there' had been Twizel, where we'd stopped for coffee on the long drive from the McKenzie Country to pre-quake Christchurch. I'd chatted to a fellow cyclist
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For me it was fascinating and an opportunity to day-dream about the possibility of another big bike ride, maybe even longer than the six month one I had just finished. For Judy, the conversation was a delay on our journey back home as her fortnight's holiday drew to a close.


So we talked. We had plenty of time – two and half days as we finished the drive to Christchurch then travelled by train to Wellington and on to Auckland. And it was serious stuff. There was no doubt that we were both committed to each other – that was never in question.


Wandering the hills of Central Otago, contemplating the future
But the future looked unsettling. For the first time in months I was facing the reality of returning to a career I no longer enjoyed. Judy was upset that she could see no change from the daily grind, even though she found considerable satisfaction in her legal career.

She felt trapped by circumstance – locked into a professional career and a way of life where she couldn't contemplate surviving without a regular income.

I was more casual, arguing that we were more fortunate than many people and maybe it was time to make some bold decisions.

“When were you going to travel?” I asked. She looked nonplussed. So we talked about how we might travel; by foot, bicycle, or a bike and a Vespa (maybe Judy could tow me up the hills). What about a tandem? We pondered that one, and I promised myself I'd research it.

And when? Somehow a date seemed important. Otherwise we'd just talk about it and never do it. So we picked a date (later, we brought it forward).


And we talked about happiness and personal growth. Would we enjoy travelling together for a long period. And what else did we want from life or feel we should try to accomplish.

Now, on the verge of our big adventure we'll soon learn whether uprooting ourselves and hitting the road is the answer to happiness. And maybe along the way we'll be able to answer some related questions; what is happiness, should we be striving for it, is it





Where ever the road leads us
important or simply selfish of us, is the search for happiness just some fanciful western concept in a world filled with suffering where many struggle simply to eat. All questions we will have plenty of time to ponder on the long road stretching before us.



5 comments:

  1. Sounds fantastic I only wish that I had the nads to do it myself..good luck and have fun

    Pete Dunn

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  2. Wow you two. I imagine that you must be just about to hop on a plane since the D Day of May 8 is fast approaching. Can't wait to catch up on every instalment of your brilliant escapade. Two crazy Kiwis on the trip of a lifetime. Truly inspirational. Hev xxx

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  3. Our heartbeats are increasing while reading this...

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