I cannot believe that in less than 2 weeks I am going to South Africa. When I first started thinking about wanting to join Kay on her adventure it wasn’t real. We bought our plane tickets and it became slightly more real, but not quiet real. Time passed, money was raised and immunizations started (and thankfully are now over) and things started to get REAL. Now, with only a few days left before I load my suitcases into the car and head to Boston, I am nervous.
I am not nervous to be away from home, although I will miss my dogs tremendously. I am not nervous to be flying 1/2 way around the world, I love flying, although some might say I am a restless passenger. I am not nervous to spend time in a place that I have never been before. I am not nervous to try new things or meet new people or go to bed hungry if I don’t like what is for dinner (yes Woman, I packed all those Cliff Bars). I can’t put my finger on exactly what I am nervous for... I just am. Maybe it’s the unknown or saying goodbye or missing the people I love. Maybe it’s the lack of creature comforts or forgetting something important or checking one more thing off my bucket list. Maybe I am nervous that I will fall in love with the place, the people, the culture... I have a hard time letting go. Maybe I feel nervous because I don’t have my tent and sleeping bag and backpack that I have had for so many other adventures.
This adventure is new. This adventure will be amazing. This adventure will forever be a part of me.
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