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The travel dilemmas of the son of a widowed mum

I have a few friends currently in Australia and I have been thinking a lot recently. For someone with OCD (genuine OCD, not the kind everyone claims to have), it’s what I do. Am I still young enough at the ripe old age of 28 to take a year out and travel solo? I hope so. Do I want to? Hell yes. 

It seems like an easy decision. It would be, however after my fathers passing in 2013 I would feel uncomfortable to leave my mother behind for such a long duration. 

My mother still has my sister, however my extended family are spread around the UK. My family are travellers, not the gypsie kind but the kind to enjoy life and go wherever it takes them. It’s a bittersweet feeling to travel like I did care free in 2010. Then, my mam and dad had each other. Yes, that’s how we say ‘mum’ in the north-east of England, we like to say things differently here. 

On the contrary, such a trip may be a blessing. I think of the opportunity my Mam and sister may have to visit a country they have always wanted to, if I head there for July it gives them plenty of time to save and make it for those New Years Eve fireworks in Sydney. None of us can afford that, but fuck it. 

This is why I blog, we only have one life and I want to live it.


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