I am a huge believer in one-way tickets, which might be the most paradoxical thing about me.
I LOVE order. I love things to be neat and tidy, and scheduled, and planned, or at least outlined. I like to know exactly how things will play out, and where I will be when. One of the most stressful parts of traveling for me is actually how to get from the airport to the hotel. Airport shuttles baffle me, to the point where I can rarely sit on a plane and not constantly obsess about how we will possibly get where we need to go. I have major anxiety about things that have even the most remote chanch of happening. Sometimes, if I have a really stressful day in my week, I will ruin every other day of the week just thinking about that one stressful day coming up.
So here’s the weird thing; One-way tickets are freedom. When it comes to long-term travel, I prefer to not know when I will be making my return flight. This may be, in part, because it saves me from another thing that causes crippling anxiety: change. I really hate to change flights because its a lot of scary, stressful, beurocracy that I really would rather avoid, and the best counter to changing flights is to just not book them. With all of that being said, we have an announcement (We’re not pregnant so dont even think it).
WE’RE GOING TO LONDON!
Without going into too much boring detail, we have been in Europe for too long, and we need to leave in order to be able to come back again this spring. So we decided to spend a little time working in the UK and Ireland, which as my lovely friend Beth pointed out, its not Plan B, its Plan A2. We are very very sad to be leaving Norway for now, but we will be back very soon. So, Plan A2 starts next friday!
Maybe just as a comfort to us, because they know we’re leaving soon, the northern lights have been especially wonderful his week.
Dont worry, sappy, emotional post about Norway will be out shortly.