On the road again ...

Beijing，China

This is my last day in Beijing. My last evening as a resident of Wudaokou.
After being virtually kicked out by my landlord (see above), I've packed all my belongings into my big backpack again. Once again, I carry everything I possess on me. Nothing holds me back anymore as I hit the road once more.
The only difference is that this time there is no fixed schedule. Total freedom and at the same time totally on my own. If you plan everything in advance you may be tied down but it gives you a feeling of security, as well. It's actually a bit scary to think that for the next half year I will not have a home and friends will be whoever I meet on the way. "Where I lay my head is home."
At the same time it's also much more exciting than before. There's only my rough itinerary and schedule. The details I fill in as I go. As I leave my flat, my life, the remainder of my unwanted things behind my heart actually beats a bit faster. With every step I write my own history. This is what travelling is all about, what sets it apart from mere tourism. And as I go it's the old song by Chris Rea that rings in my ears:
"On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
[...]
There's only one place left to go
Auberge"