I am just about packed. I had to bite the bullet and pack a second bag. I was attempting to wow the world by going away for 5 months and only check one bag, but alas! it was not to be. Darn that 50lb weight limit! But I am not one to let it get me down. Silver lining: I now have room for my Salvadoran hammock.
As I write this, I am sitting on my beautiful porch, enjoying the prelude of what promises to be a spectacular thunder storm. This is my favorite kind of weather, my favorite time of day. My sister Allie is taking mom on a photographic tour of her recent semester in Italy; Pip and Mags, our German Short-haired Pointers, are lounging by our feet; Dad keeps asking when we're going to hit up our favorite local watering hole one last time before I leave. I am going to miss this.
Now, on the eve of my departure, it's hard to let go. It's hard not to focus on what I'm leaving behind and harder to imagine what I'm getting myself into.
(I'm so ridiculous. It's only 5 bloody months!)
But look forward I must! I think I have tied up all the loose ends; car, student loans, health insurance, cell phone, etc. It's all taken care of. (And oi! my bank account is not happy with me!) There are too many people that I wanted to see before I left that I haven't been able to connect with, but I hope they don't hold it against me.
And so tomorrow, I am going to get on a plane, plunge into the great unknown, and hopefully emerge alive and a better person for it. If you're the praying type, keep me in mind. I think I'll need it.
I'm standing on the precipice. Time to jump.
Peace.
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