My eyes were pilled to the surface of the port waters. At 1 am at night, with the harbour lights on, I could not see a thing. The angry flashlights from the boat opposite were cutting the darkness, almost shouting at us – OUR ANCHORS CROSSED!
The sun was slowly getting ready to lift the night and it woke us up rather early. Even at 5 in the morning the day seems hot and there was no cloud on a blue clear sky. I did not sleep well. We have managed to get to the Msida Marina at 2 o’clock and went to beds at about 3, listening to the sounds of St Joseph’s church bells, which chime every 15 minutes. Guessing however the time using the bells would be a tricky thing to do. The strikes did not make much sense…
Sometimes the choice of moving to another country is made for you by the circumstances in your own life, sometimes it is made by you feeling adventures and open to new possibilities the world has to offer. Although I truly hated year 2005 in year 2005, I have recently realized that without it I would be probably still in the same job, not even dreaming about traveling or having different passion than trying to survive day by day. Marcin was struggling to get any job and I was working two jobs not seeing much reward out of it. Our parents needed to support our everyday basic expanses and I remember my mum buying me a coat for a winter as I could not afford one. At that time I was having nightmares about the life we were living, realizing that if we do not do something, this will be it, nothing else is going to change. I will start hating my job and everyone around, not sleeping well and being frustrated all the time. Marcin with his PhD was becoming the “house-men”, cleaning our flat and cooking, getting bored and tired of looking for work, hearing that he is not good enough and being perceived as a treat… Yes, after a year of trying to make things work we have decided that it is time for some drastic measures.
There are two things I keep doing while traveling – looking for amazing churches to visit (for some reason they smooth my soul) and towers or anything with steps or without them to climb. I sometimes go down a lot of stairs first, like in Sardinia, trying to reach Neptune’s Grotto, and then climb back. It is still the same thing, just different order.
I thought traveling opened my mind. I was wrong. Traveling is a border you cross, it’s a tool you use unconsciously to unlock your heart and enrich your soul. It’s like stepping to unknown water to learn how to swim. You trust you can do it and keep yourself on a surface. And you do. Traveling does not open your mind. It is you who does that, it is you who allows traveling to open you up. And by doing so you are becoming someone brand new, you are becoming you – fully realizing your needs, dreams and wants.
I am 9-5 folk who only work to afford traveling. This is very simple – if you want to travel you need money. For us – working people fund our holidays is easier and more difficult at the same time. We have a steady income, but we have bills to pay too. However there are things we all can do to make sure our money go further – there are advises and resources we can use to make sure we are doing everything to travel cheaply but still quite comfortably.
Are things important to you? Your new couch, new TV, perhaps this dream come true comfy bed? We moved from one country to another and we left everything behind – our flat, our furniture, all my work related stuff… and our friends and family. I do not regret leaving a single thing – they do not hold any values to me. I am glad someone else is using our flat and things in it. We have created new home here, in the UK. So it is possible, although it is not easy. I miss my friends and family, of course, but they are not things, they are important and irreplaceable.