You’ve just finished up at your job and have emptied your room ready to leave for you trip so now what? That final period of limbo between ending work and departure date is going to be all goodbyes and relaxing right?
Weeks went by where I imagined I’d be sleeping in till lunch time, having my Mum cook me all my favorite meals and chilling out on the coat tail of summer with a cold beer or two. Finally unemployment came and I was set to live out my restful time before that one way ticket to Paris came due.
See where this is going yet? No… well just 3 days into my life as an unemployed backpacker and I’ve so far accomplished none of my planned activities. Instead I seem to have rolled back the clock some 15 years and turned into my Dad’s little helper.
To most of you my last 3 days activities would probably seem a little strange but to me its all just another day back home. I didn’t grow up in a big city where you fight traffic and people to get around or have a yard the size of a Subway sandwich store, I grew up in Casterton. A little country town where farmers rule the land and I learn’t at a young age what a day’s work is all about.
So when my Dad said we were going to be concreting one of the shed floors this week I didn’t think anything of it. I’d helped him do it millions of times before both at home and at work. It just meant I’d need to roll up my sleeves, grab hold of the wheelbarrow and be prepared to sweat a little.
Again when I woke up Tuesday morning and found a big old trailer load of sheep poo and straw destined for the garden I just picked up the shovel and went with it. Sure its tedious work and half our front yard now smells like a sheep yard but its not a once of occurrence. Working in the garden has been a right of passage over the years in my family. The ride on lawn mower for example was always a source of fun not work.
While I may not be enjoying that longed for time of relaxation and refuge I waited for, or getting those final trip documents in order. I’m gaining something even better, time with my family. The best part of all is that it trumps anything I could have ever dreamt of all those weeks ago.
Oh and call me crazy but a few days hard labour is actually fun. Its great to see your hard work materialise into something useful. It also keeps me honest and to really value the work others perform.
So that’s what I’ve been doing to kill time before my departure date. What do you do in those final weeks or days before heading off on a trip into the unknown, I’d love to know.