I flew and it was awesome.

27/07/2018 13:25-14:25 EGTR. About 13 kts cross wind. Cessna 152. 

Taxied to the airstrip. Took off (in control of the stick and the rudder only). Climbed to 2000 ft. Levelled flight and turns. Quicker turns applying also the rudder. Descended to 1000 feet for approach. In control most of the time. Instructor landed. No ATC on my part whatsoever.
Flew over Watford, Bovingdon, Hemel Hampstead, St Albans and Hatfield towards Waltham Cross where we did a coule of faster turns and then followed M25 till north of the aerodrome. Descended to 1000 ft, and did short approach from south west.
At two points, while taxiing and during the initial climb, the instructor (A really nice chap called David) pointed out I was ever so tense. I was indeed, wrestling my feet again one another taxing up a mild grassy slope to the strip and on the initial climb. And when entering gusts of wind at tree tops level I held the yoke a bit too tight. Pointing this out was sufficient for me to realise and relax. Kept my flight levelled well. Was a bit too brush with the controls when manoeuvring. I was too eager to be gentle and the quip about me having to treat her more like a lady was spot on.

Bought my self first two books; Flying Training and Air Law & Meteorology and a pilot log book, filling my first flight hour in.

It felt so very right and freeing. Like all the dreams one has about flying. It was a bit windy on the day and so it wasn't as serene as one would imagine, but no less awesome. I dear say I'm happy it was windy. The more I got to appreciate how the controls respond and how the aircraft behaves in manoeuvres.
It took a couple of hours to relax my face and release it from an excited happy grin that overtook it when I walked out the school doors.

No fear or nervozity. No nausea or unsure tummy (and I feel at two points David attempted to get a bit of a reaction out of me.) So on that part or any other, there are all to reasons to fly as much as possible and none not to. Apart for the financial part of the endeavour, which is at times daunting. But it seems and has been calculated thoroughly, should not be a problem, at least to the point of acquiring my PPL. What to do when that's in, is a bridge I'll cross when I reach it.
It doesn't look too grim. I will have to keep on compromising my quality of life and other savings on saving for flying. But at this point of my life it seems to me like the obvious thing to do.
A question sometimes pops up in my mind, a question that for a second takes the wind off my sails, a question whether it didn't take me too long to realise and to get to the point when flying is actually imaginable and if I'm not a bit too old to divert all my energy towards it.
It's not too serious of a doubt though. A bit of an echo of the old ever waiting me, being only at ease when all corners were covered and all possible powers mastered for when it begins. And it only echoes back since it's starting ever so gradually that it might almost seem that it hasn't yet. And It really hasn't properly kicked off, but when I stop to think I can see how much it has changed my life already and how very good it's been for me and how far I have already gone towards It.

More flying in the second half of the spring. And hopefully the licence by the end of the summer.
Now I need to clear my mind, gain some weight and get my body back up to speed. Get a car and keep on feeding the budget monster.