The other day Carenza snorted with
amusement – one of her friends who was nearing the end of his travels had put
up a Facebook post: “Self now 85% found.”
Myself, as a student, I didn’t Inter-rail
etc. I still had brilliant Summer Holidays, mostly working on Archaeological
digs both in the UK and on the Continent. But as a consequence, perhaps I’ve
never Found Myself.
On the other hand, I’m not sure I’ve
ever Lost Myself either. I tend to
believe I have become myself by rubbing along with family and community and
developing my role at work.
However, I do agree that travelling
alone does wonders for the self-confidence.
The other day Carenza had arrived back
from travelling alone to Ljubljana, Zagreb and Belgrade, but I missed her
return as I had flown out to join Nigel in Bratislava at a conference he was
chairing. I landed at Vienna airport and
got on a bus to Bratislava. Nigel had
briefed me, but it still felt adventurous.
Carenza texted:
“Where are you?”
“Doing a spot of solo travelling - arriving
Bratislava in forty minutes.”
“In that case, you don’t have long left,
Mum – better hurry up and find yourself quickly!”
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