Moving out of my room and into my sleeping bag

Moving out of my room and into my sleeping bag.

How do you even say that? I am moving out, literally, out into the wild. I am moving into my sleeping bag and onto my bike. I am also moving into my tent from time to time.

This project has been luring somewhere in the near future for months now. Far enough to idealize yet not close enough to take it seriously yet.

This week everything changed. I have less than seven days left before I leave. This is my reality now. And as usual, with my departure in sight, the last thing I want to do is leave.

This time feels different though.

I told everyone about it. And I am doing this for real. There is no turning back.

I don’t like the fact I told everyone, which is good. I am getting out of my comfort zone. Telling people makes me feel accountable. Now that I told everyone I’ll cycle to the North Cap, I feel obliged to do so. Which I had my crisis about. Until I figured out, that I might indeed reach North Cap, yet this whole game is played by my own rules. If it takes me three years to reach, because I take a detour through Mongolia that is fine. If after two weeks I am over it and want to stay somewhere, I can do that too. I can trow in the towel and I can go on forever. It doesn’t matter, Yet what ever I do, I decide.

Is this the first time I take full accountability for my life?

So far I always left with a backup plan: The key to my parents flat in my pocket. “See you in six-weeks” pretending this was just a there and back again trip. The reassurance of being two in this. Having someone else driving the van.

This time there is no backup plan. Everything can only go forward.

My bike, my sleeping bag and myself. A lot of excitement and almost the same amount of fear.

I never got rid of so much of my stuff ever before. Which I devoted myself to for about a year now. I cleaned up the past, radically. I am almost at the stage where every item I belong, is useful, beautiful and an addition of value to my life. And if I had to, it would all fit in one middle size car.

Everything I keep with me is for sure useful, beautiful and adding value to my life. And I do have to, fit it all on one bike and into a few bags.

As usual I don’t even have a real plan about where to go. South east, roughly. I am making sure there are a lot of elevation Meters in my way together with a few ice cold lakes and breathtaking views, that’s it.

The only plan I have is: to do the thing that excites me the most, do it to the best of my abilities with no attachment on the outcome.

Moving out of my room and into my sleeping bag.

Thanks for stopping by, have a lovely Thursday!