So, the Intrepids are off to New Zealand, which, as I keep explaining to exasperated people, gives me the impetus required to finally move my stuff into my own house.
"Oh Matt! You haven't moved yet?" said someone yesterday, shaking their head with wonder. I haven't - but hopefully, while my parents are on the other side of the world, I'll be able to finish the job without it being too emotional for them. That way, when they come back, they can start their new chapter (without me) just as easily as I can.
I am nearly there. The curtains are (sort of) up, most things are assembled and the place is starting to feel like home rather than just somewhere I go to do the occasional painting.
Meanwhile, the Intrepids will be on a tour of glaciers, glistening mountains, white-water rapids, sunny blue oceans, and unfamiliar constellations. There will be talk of the weather, the scenery, the news and earthquakes, not to mention the Southern Cross and the Aurora Australis.
I almost wish I were with them. There's something about their spirit of exploration which excites me beyond my fears. I often feel like a tall ship in a dry dock, but they seem happy to sail.
Happy to sail, eh? Pull up your anchor, cast off your lines, push away from the shore and unfurl your sails until they billow, and the ocean rises beneath your bows. That's how to be an Intrepid. It takes a little courage and a little risk - it takes a bit of Planet Gogetter.
I guess if it's in them, it must be somewhere in me too. I'll find out one day.
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