At the edge of the earth

When I finally escaped the captivating but typically Australian branded 'Snowy Mountains' and approached Sydney, the excitement of finally reaching a destination that I had been working towards for the past 10 months and 27,500 miles built up. They say that life is a journey, but ever since I had left London, this journey had become my life. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to go on or to end. As I was riding into town, I started to recognise the roads from when I had lived in Sydney 6 years ago. Then, seeing the city of Sydney standing tall in the distance, the AMP tower, the Anzac Bridge, the Opera House and, of course, the Harbour Bridge, I realized the enormity of what I had done. Now that I knew where I was, I headed for a spot that was as close as I could get to the Sydney Harbour Bridge and decided that that was the end. I had wondered how I would feel reaching this point and now I knew! Whilst there was a sense of achievement, I just thought 'oh, that's it then'. It felt very business like, closing the deal. Perhaps the fact that there was no welcoming committee reminded me that it was a personal dream that I had fulfilled.
It wasn't really until the next day that I really felt that I had arrived. As I crested a hill, nearing Bondi Beach, the sea suddenly came into view. For some reason, driving over a hill, or around a corner and being presented by the sea sparks something inside of me. I had done it! It felt like the edge of the earth. If I went any further, I would be IN the sea. I had gone as far as I could go and the adventure of a lifetime was now truly complete.
A couple of days later, I did a day trip down the coast. All of this time, it had been about the journey and not the destination, but now that I no longer had a destination, the journey seemed less relevant. It was time to move on to the next chapter and take a break from this journey and see what adventures the next one has to offer. Perhaps, it has already begun without me realizing it.