The Backpacking Housewife
The Next Adventure
JANICE HORTON
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008302696
Ebook Edition © July 2018 ISBN: 9780008340629
Version: 2020-01-23
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Tortola, British Virgin Islands
Chapter 2
Chapter 3: George Town, Grand Cayman
Chapter 4: London UK
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9: The Bahamas
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Luminaire
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15: Back to Tortola and Waterfall Cay
Chapter 16: London UK
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20: Six Months Later
Acknowledgements
About the Publisher
To my family … with love. xx
Tortola, British Virgin Islands
This morning, in bright sunshine and on calm waters, we’re heading back to Road Town, Tortola, the capital of the British Virgin Islands: the starting point of our round the world adventure eight months ago and today our final port of call. I gaze out from my viewpoint on the forward deck at the shimmering vista ahead of me and at what must certainly be one of the most beautiful sights in the world; a chain of tropical islands laid out like an emerald necklace.
I know I should be feeling elated, excited, or even triumphant about our return, but I’m feeling rather overwhelmed about it instead. That’s because I woke up this morning to realise that its’s exactly one year ago today that I grabbed my passport and got on a plane at Gatwick, leaving my whole life and my old life, behind me. A whole year.
And today, it feels quite literally and figuratively, like my life has come full circle.
So, while everyone else is busy and getting ready to disembark and celebrate our homecoming, I can’t help but to look back, rather than forward. I can’t help but to wonder what happens next for this backpacking housewife.
If this is the end of my journey? Or just another new beginning?
I’m torn in two by my conscience and my heart.
I have a big decision to make and it’s not going to be an easy one.
Do I continue to travel the world with Ethan? Or do I head back home to the UK?
I know that Ethan wants me to be with him. I know he loves me. And I love him.
But how do you tell someone who is something of a real-life Indiana Jones and who thrives on a life filled with endless adventure that you’ve started to think it might not be the life for you after all? That a life spent in perpetual sunshine while saving the planet has become too difficult for you? That the weeks and months and the thousands of miles of distance between you and those you’ve left behind is all too much?
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