I have longer ways to go

After three eventful years in Swindon, I finally packed up my possessions and headed for a new adventure in the “big smoke”. I left Swindon on the Thursday morning, from where I headed down the familiar M4/M5 journey down to Dorset where I spent the next few days preparing for the move to London. Over the past twelve months I had spent quite a bit of time trying to minimise my belongings and so found myself with only two suitcases, a rucksack and a drybag to take into the city. After spending the previous seven months living in a teepee in rural Wiltshire, the move to London was certainly going to be a bit of a shock to the system, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way! Once again I was able to relate to Jack Kerouac’s “On the road” with the classic line: “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” And with that,  I took the 10:06 from Axminster into London Waterloo where I’ll begin the next chapter of the adventure that is life.