Still learning to fly

Last week I bought a ticket to Uganda. I’ve never been much of an adventurer, a risk-taker. At least, I never used to be. My instinct is to lean towards control and order and stability. I worry a lot. I find the admin associated with big change and travel overwhelming.

Yet, I’ve moved house annually (at least) since I was 21 and I’ve had 9 jobs in 10 years. Stability and security are as attractive to me as they are to many others, but a combination of circumstances and a restless desire to be doing something real have led me a merry dance in a completely different direction. Stability and security are nice ideas but probably not for me.

I’m still learning how to live this life, how to be a nomadic soul, how to fly, and frankly I’m not always that good at it, but it is the life I’ve chosen. And if I’m going to be constantly moving and changing, I’d like to make the most of it.

So last week, I bought a ticket to Uganda. The plan is to travel with a friend and a couple of other people to Northern Uganda and the DRC for a few weeks in December. A lot of people seem to think it’s a strange way to spend a holiday. Some people to whom I’ve mentioned it think I’m stark raving mad. I’m excited about the trip. From what I hear it’s an absolutely beautiful part of the world.

And sometimes doing seemingly-crazy things turns out to be well worth it – this time two years ago I was running off mountains and learning to fly.

One thought on “Still learning to fly

  1. God alone knows what waits on the other side. But it will be different, and you will likely remember it forever.

    In the end, that is a reward worth a bit of insecurity, no?

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