My terrible idea

I've had a terrible idea. I've decided to make my way to Australia from London overland.

I'm leaving London because I'm tired of the miserable winters. The last one was a real doozy. I'm returning to Australia in the hope that I can kick-start an endless summer. It would also be nice to be home for Christmas.

There are a few reasons why this idea is terrible:

First, I don't have any money. I will have some by the time I leave if I don't spend it all on general living expenses over the next 5 weeks in London. But not much.

Second, I'm not making a plan. I've never liked plans. Why should present me take orders from past me? Past me has one main job, and that is to create uncomfortable and challenging situations for present me. I don't really think much about future me as he doesn't exist yet.

I do have a route in mind, and places I want to go. I'm taking my bike as well, so I know I'll probably cycle part of it.  And I've booked a train and a ferry to France, so I have my starting point. I think that is plan enough.

Third, I don't have a job to go to in Australia. This isn't really a reason the trip is a bad idea. It's just that I said I had a few reasons but then I could only think of two, so I made up a third.

 This isn't some personal challenge, or one last hurrah before I act my age, or a spiritual journey of self discovery. If there is a hill the bike will remain at the bottom of it or join me on a train or bus to the top. If I discover something about myself it will probably be that I'm not that good at long distance cycling. There will always be more hurrahs no matter my age.

I'm just doing it because I think it might be fun.