Today, five months ago, I arrived in Rio de Janeiro.

It seems like an eternity. Then again: it also seems like just a few days ago that I thought: wow, four months!

Time is really relative, and it’s playing its tricks on me. It seems to go faster and faster, the longer I travel, after all, this is already a third of the trip!

Then again, so many things have happened in five months that they seem incredibly packed… it must be more than just five months! It rather feels like a year.

I have seen a lot of things in the places I’ve been to. I could have seen more, if I had travelled more, and not stayed put, but then I would not have made the connections I have, met some incredible people, discovered some fun places…

Overall, this rhythm of travel becomes me.

The cities I’ve been to have all been different, and yet: they were all cities, some immense, enormous congregations of buildings, people, traffic… Some smaller, like Hobart or now, Auckland, where I do have a totally different rhythm of life. Each city impacts me differently.

And even though I have my moments of fatigue, of slowness, of not knowing what to do with myself on a certain day, or what to see next, or where to go out, when I just don’t care about and just need time to hang… I haven’t regretted it, I haven’t missed my old place, I sleep surprisingly well in all different kind of places and beds…

I have just booked the ticket for the rest of the year, I’m waiting for the confirmation email from Lufthansa… I am pretty much on track, concerning the logistics, the money, the planning in general.

As for how it feels… I am doing this without hesitation, so far I had only short moments when I thought this might all be too much, too long, to crazy… I’m curious how it will feel in another five months, start of August, in Seattle. I’ll report.

Until then, I’ll just go on.