So today my Nomad Chapter began. Anybody that spoke to me in the last few weeks will know that I adopted the stance that the less I thought about this life-changing step, the less I could worry. I figured I would be just fine, and I think it worked. I made sure I was vaccinated up to the eyeballs, confirmed that I didn’t need visas for most of South America and packed my bags for all seasons, and hit the dusty trail. Well, that was a very abridged version but the longer version only contains two crying meltdowns, packing (and repacking) my belongings into storage and comfort eating at lots of farewell meals. So now, with jeans barely fitting, I step into the unknown. Tomorrow I arrive in Santiago, Chile, hoping that my Spanish abilities miraculously return, with a vague idea of heading to the extremely remote and isolated Easter Island next, with the echoes of all my fond farewells keeping me company.