One way ticket

 

The soul creaks through a frigid body.

Soft fires warm the feet of the human spirit.

Winter months floating on in with changing volumes of the self.

Tic tacs of potential, and hums of new beginnings.

Its four months till I fly out.

I can already feel the heat of a mediterranean and the bitterness of the north sea

It took 10 days to settle on the decision to move to Europe. Like orbiting planets aligning themselves in motion, after years of transitions events in my life have just sort of lined up. I'm going to fly into Europe in August. I will start with some backpacking and then try to settle down in some bitterly cold British town. It’s a thought I've always brewed in the back of my mind and I guess things have just come together to make this possible.

But hey, maybe I will be back in 2 months, maybe the coffee will be too shit or the weather too cold. 

But it is a one way ticket and I have a British Passport. 

I may stay, I may come back, I'll guess we'll just see how it goes...