Waking up easily from the sound of footsteps, I was far less tired then I would have predicted (only getting around five hours of sleep).
Today is the day, the day that I’ve waited for, planned for, for longer then I can remember.
…and how do I feel?
I remember when I was a kid, unable to sleep, excited for an upcoming adventure. I felt fear, anticipation and excitement from experience any of the unknown.
This is my first time leaving the country in over five years and I don’t feel what I once felt.
Now older and, having spent many more hours on my own, I am greeting this adventure like an old, familiar friend.
Now don’t get me wrong …If I sit down and really think about what I’m doing, flying ~9,000 miles away, away from my home, my family, and my friends, alone, into a world much different from mine, I am terrified. I am more terrified then I’ve ever been in my life …but those thoughts are deep in the back of my mind.
Sitting here, an hour into my flight 30,000 feet off the ground, those thoughts and feelings are far from me. My hand is steadfast and my mind is calm. I don’t know what the world has in store for me or where the wind will take me but I am open to whatever happens, ready to begin my journey, the next chapter of my life.
To quote a friend-
“Life is simpler when your bed is on your back. Remember that the world is your home and humans are your family.”