8 Months Down, How Many More to Go?

Sulemaniye Mosque in Istanbul, Turkey
 

I am supposed to be in Turkmenistan right now. Instead I am in Turkey.

 
According to my original itinerary – or at least the itinerary that existed on August 30, 2011 when I hopped on a flight to Helsinki – I should be marking my eight months of traveling while camping somewhere in the Yangykala Canyon in Turkmenistan, nowhere close to a computer, much less internet or even electricity.

The original plan had me arriving back in Chicago on July 15 – just two and a half months from today.

I tossed that itinerary out the window months ago. Even before I threw in my detour to Italy and Turkey, I had spent more time in Lithuania and Belarus than planned, squeezed in 10 days in Warsaw over the holidays and decided to volunteer in Tajikistan for a month this summer.

Now the plan (and yes, I have an itinerary in an Excel spreadsheet that I update almost weekly) has me landing at O’Hare in mid-September – two months later than I originally anticipated.
 

I have finally found my groove.

 
Back in February, a friend told me he was worried I wasn’t having fun.

He was right. For the vast majority of my first six and a half months on the road, I wasn’t having fun. I marveled at the palaces in St. Petersburg and the beauty of Lake Baikal. I soaked up the history of the Baltics, Poland and Belarus. I got a kick out of practicing my Russian with strangers.  I also valued the time to myself, pondering life, love and everything in between.

But I wasn’t laughing or smiling or having this amazing, incredible time that everyone seemed to think I was having (and that I thought I should be having). Sure, I never intended my career break to be one long party tour – if I had wanted that, I would have hit the backpacker trail in Southeast Asia. But I did expect to meet some great people along the way and share some fun experiences on which I could eventually look back and laugh.
 

It took a while, but everything is finally clicking

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It started on the last day of my horrendous ferry ride to Georgia – something about getting hit on by multiple Georgian guys who couldn’t speak any English gave me a much-needed boost of confidence. It continued on the overnight train to Tbilisi, drinking and dancing with several more Georgians until well past midnight. And then it all came together in Armenia.  That experience, the people I met and the lessons I learned there were exactly what I needed. Although I shed a few tears along the way, I laughed and smiled more in five weeks in Armenia than I had in my entire trip combined.

Devil's Bridge, near Tatev, Armenia

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of fun, fun and more fun.  Pub trivia and dancing in Yerevan. Hiking David Gareja in Georgia with two girls I met at my hostel in Tbilisi. Laughing my ass off with Dalene and Laurel, my roommates at the Travel Bloggers Unite (TBU) conference in Umbria. Drinking wine, wine and more wine with a great group of travel bloggers in Todi and Orvieto. Enjoying a meyhane (Turkish tapas bar) in Istanbul with Akila & Patrick, Anil, Nailah and Priyank.

Me, Dalene & Laurel at TBU
Barberani winery, Todi, Italy
 

I feel invigorated and happy and I don’t want it to end.

 
When Go With Oh announced their blogger competition – a competition that, if I had won, would have kept me in Europe for another month in fall – I didn’t hesitate to enter. When Michael Hodson of Go, See, Write tweeted about organizing another Ultimate Train Challenge, traveling from Lisbon to Saigon by train over thirty days in October, my virtual ears perked up. And when I heard about the U.S. Davis Cup team (yes, I am a tennis-loving freak) playing in Spain in September, I started thinking about how I could work that in on my way home from Central Asia. While four months ago I was hitting a wall and not sure how long I would make it, suddenly it feels natural to keep extending my travels.
 

But at the same time, I am ready to know when I am going home.

 
It may sound weird, but I want to know when the finish line is.  I want to know when I have to start thinking about things like finding a job and where I will live. I find myself longing for the stability of being home again, catching up with old friends and sleeping in the same bed every night. I am completely torn between the desire to keep going and the desire to know when I will finally head home.

For now, all I know is that when July 15 rolls around, I won’t be on a flight to Chicago. Instead, I will be wrapping up a month of volunteering in Tajikistan and getting ready to fly to Kazakhstan to begin the last phase of my journey, traveling through the rest of Central Asia.

And while I have mentally prepared myself to return home in mid-September, I won’t be booking that flight any time soon.  Not while I am having this much fun.
 

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10 thoughts on “8 Months Down, How Many More to Go?”

  1. wow is this the same katie?! tossin away that itinerary and playing things by ear?! just kidding 🙂 but nevertheless…i think it is good to go about the final steps of your journey this way. otherwise you may end up missing something that could make a profound impact on you later on down the road. or perhaps something has already done that. either way…continue to have fun!!! you owe it to yourself!

  2. First of all, Turkmenistan and Turkey are TOTALLY *close enough*, most people in the world probably wouldn’t even know the difference. 🙂

    Second of all, HOW FUN was our time at TBU? Awww…so glad about our roomie situation and that one of us didn’t turn out to be a bitch (right, Laurel?) 🙂

    Glad things are picking up and you’re still going!! Home will always be there whenever you want to go back to it, it’s THIS TIME that is so special!

  3. YAY! I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear this, Katie! I’m so glad you’ve hit your groove and are really starting to have fun now.

  4. It was so great to see you again at TBU. And to hear about all the stuff you are doing out in the world. It is great to see smiles and hear good stories. Home will be there and when you are ready to settle, you will be able to. Germany is nice to settle in. 🙂

  5. This is so awesome! I remember have that sensation on my trip a lot. That it was great and interesting and all but there were a lot of times where I wasn’t necessarily enjoying myself. It takes awhile to find that groove, and then it’s really hard to quit. Can’t wait to read about Central Asia, I am totally jealous of your entire trip and reallly wanna go back to eastern europe soon.

    1. Thanks Steph – nice to hear I’m not the only one who has felt that way while traveling!

  6. I had so much fun with you and Dalene at TBU, so glad we were roomies. I’ve only traveled alone for 6 weeks by myself and that had it’s highs and lows, so I can only imagine how hard it must be at times, especially since you’re going to non-touristy places. I have so much respect for you!

  7. This is precisely why I stopped making “plans” and started coming up with outlines. If I have a broad idea of what I’d like to accomplish, the rest of the details will get filled in as I go. Travel has to be fluid, for if you set limitations on where you are when, what happens when the inevitable wrench gets thrown into your plans?

    As for your groove, I get it. I have down days (even weeks) interspersed with some amazing ones. I’m so glad you’ve found a way to enjoy yourself!

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