This is going to happen

by tkos on August 12, 2012

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The was never a doubt in my mind that this cycle adventure was going to happen. But that still didn’t stop me from keeping it quiet until the departure date was a little more imminent. That and the fact that my Christmas bonus was conditional on my ongoing employment so it was important that we could not tell the world, as yet.

The build of this excitement is incredible. To keep it all inside near impossible. My friends at work I trusted to keep it quiet, my colleagues I didn’t. However, more than most people I knew played the role of both. So I decided it was time to tell the only people in the world who’s opinion can sway me. The two people that have no vested interest in anything but happiness, the only two people that love me unconditionally. It was time to tell my parents.

I have always been very close to parents, but usually from the other side of the world. I packed a bag and got on a bus that would eventually lead to me to London, from Melbourne, over 14 years ago. I was only planning on going for six months. It has been an ongoing struggle for my parents to see me find home and happiness in a place that is so far away from them, but in true unconditional form, find peace in my smile. They never wanted me to leave in the first place, but would never not support me in any endeavour. They have always wanted me to come home to Melbourne and settle but would never ask. Which makes me so glad, as I fear that if they asked, then I would do it.

It is with this knowledge in the back of my mind I decided to call and share the big news. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I pulled out my phone and started searching through my contacts. I was giddy with nervous excitement. I felt like I needed to run and scream and shout and sing, all at the same time (which actually is a pretty close picture of me at Karaoke!). At any age in life, your parents will always be your parents. I don’t know any child of any age that does not crave approval, that does not yearn to make their parents proud. Perhaps not always on a fully conscious level and not always as a goal in life, but just to get a bigger bounce in your step when mum or dad look at you and smile with pride. I was coming home. They are going to be so happy!

“Ring-ring” I couldn’t control myself! ‘I’ve decided to come home!’ I blurted out. I could feel the excitement and happiness spring to life on the other side of the phone.

“Wow! That’s amazing news! When?” my mum exclaimed!

“In about two years”.


‘By bicycle!! All the way!!’


Suddenly, I realised that this may not be as exciting for my parents as it was for me.

Slowly but surely, I became more confident in telling people. Strangers mainly. Customers I might meet at work that although seemed friendly, were usually drunk. The reaction was always the same. Highly positive, congratulatory and a little wow factor. Except if they were Australian, then they would usually just ask if I was going to pedal on the boat. Idiots.

However, one question without fail would be in regards to what charity we were doing this for. ‘Nah! This is not about charity, this is about adventure!’ we’d reply and follow it up with a little nervous laughter and a slight feeling of selfish awkwardness. ‘Oh, well that’s still nice’ they’d say. Bastards.



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