My nerves currently feel like a wire under too much tension. Waiting for something to rip or break or explode and hit me in the face. I’m both anxious to get on the road, but also scared to leave.
I can’t believe how little of a plan I have for the next few months. There are so many questions whether everything will work out. I feel like I’m pulling myself in all directions to reach every corner of the imaginative…board? I’m not sure what I’m imagining there. A wooden board anyway.
Leaving my 3 horses behind again feels like a bad prophecy that already came true 5 years ago on our van trip. It’s been incredibly hard finding someone willing to take care of the ladies (whom I’ve barely written about on here I’m realising) for these two-ish months I’ll be spending in Norway, trying to figure out a new work and living situation.
The whole ordeal feels like waking up from a dream that seemed incredibly real while asleep, but then suddenly has no physical anchor anymore. Norway seems so far away. And it is. I think I will fully realise that once more when we are hitchhiking. Hopping on a airplane and waking up to the mountains of Tromsø that make my eyes cry every time makes it feel like Senja is right around the corner. But it’s actually 2500km or 32 driving hours away according to Google Maps. That’s very far. And somehow a distance my horses will eventually also have to cross.
I’m also worried about being left stranded somewhere on the road for three days because hitchhiking is so rare nowadays, especially in Scandinavia. I’ve never really hitchhiked either.
I’m also really scared to be judged for it. Like, why don’t you buy a plane ticket like everyone else? Or a car? Or rent one? Or whatever. Also, who are you to take the right not to pay for your travel like everyone else and burden us with yourself and your hairy dog?
I wanna say hitchhiking seemed like the most practical solution, but that sounds ridiculous. And looking at the distance, I’m not so sure anymore if a quick plane ride in a cage might have been less stressful for Eistla (my dog) after all.
But there are many reasons.
A big one is to see the country and hopefully meet people across Norway. This could help me try figure out the horse moving situation. I still prefer to ride and/or drive myself and having some connections and potential overnight stabling opportunities would be very helpful, if they should arise.
I also think hitchhiking should become more common again. I don’t want to live in fear of people. In mistrust and scepticism. I want the world to feel more open again. We’re all on this planet together. Why not meet each other? Who knows what will come from it?
There are so many cars driving an individual person some place. Yet we’re concerned about the environment, full roads, and so on. I’m not sure where these thoughts are going, but there are solutions for our problems in the world.
Anyway, hitchhiking seemed like an obvious solution to my problem. Albeit a crazy one.
Let the adventure begin!