Check out this clip from the Canadian film One Week: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHR90hjyAhI
Or in my case, go west young woman.
No, I don’t have cancer and am not going to drive a motorcycle across a continent without telling anyone – but I am going west, pulled by my love of the ocean, the smell of the sea, and watching the sun set over some sort of mountain across a large body of water.
Australia’s only west coast capital city, closer to Singapore than Sydney, and a whole lot of kilometres from nowhere, and anything else.
Tomorrow I’m getting back on the Indian-Pacific for another 41-hour trip across the Nullarbor to a city I couldn’t get out of my head once I left. Maybe it’s because when I arrived it was 22 degrees, or that when it rained it felt like taking the seabus across the inlet to downtown Vancouver, or maybe it’s just because I need a change from small country-town life . . . whatever the reason, I’m heading back, to Perth.
In the last week, I quit my job, sold my car, packed up everything I own and said goodbye to most of the people I know and love in this state, in exchange for the unknown . . . In many ways, it’s been like leaving Vancouver all over again, but with a bit more heartbreak and a bit less uncertainty. I’m still determined to see this whole year in Oz through, which is already more than half over.
I don’t really know what I’m going towards in Perth, just like I didn’t know what I was going towards in Africa or Australia . . . but armed with my guide books and a bit of luck and money, I’ve made it this far, so I’m looking forward to the next challenge!