While the big day approaches, less than a week now and I will actually have my own place on the mountain, you would think that images like this one would be what inspires me and instils me with a feeling of hope, awe and excitement.
But the sad truth is that it is images like this one that are what really motivate me. Yup; this is a picture of pretty much every one of my worldly possessions stacked ever-so carefully in the corner of my hostel. Do you have any idea what it is like to live out of a bag for 5 months? No really just try to picture it. You can’t spread your stuff out, you have to constantly be locking away your things and conscious of where you have left something, you can’t get any new stuff for fear of not being able to fit it in your bag. At this stage my bag is absolutely 110% full. I had to buy pants and a jacket for boarding? I am going to have to wear them on the bus. So you know what I am going to do Monday night? No, not walk outside and enjoy the mountain air. No, not go down to the local bar and meet people and start to do some social networking. You know what I’m going to do Monday night? I’m going to unpack. Slowly and carefully unpack and put everything right where it is going to stay for the next six months. Hulla-fucking-lujah.
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