Look ma, I’m doing it!
Four years in the making , three flights, two bags, one passport, and hello Australia!
Man, what a crazy whirlwind… and I haven’t even landed yet.
As I woke up this morning, my first thought was “why me”? Not in the woe is me, why is my life so difficult kind of way, but why do I have such an itch to travel? An actual desire to go to an entirely new country for an indefinite amount of time without knowing a single soul or even having an inkling as to how I am going to make an income.
I wish I had an answer. Because the truth of the matter is this actually scares the crap out of me. But even more terrifying than this adventure ahead of me is the amount of regret that would be dangling overhead for the rest of my life if I didn’t follow through.
Sure, it would be comfortable to stay at my 8:30am-5:00pm desk job where my feeding times were scheduled to the minute at 10:30am and 3:00pm. Where I could eat the hours away through fresh bagels with smoked salmon cream cheese and my daily unsweetened iced tea. But we all know that wouldn’t keep my impatient, easily-bored self, satisfied for long.
I quit my job, said countless good byes and suspended my phone plan. I guess there is no turning back now.
Until next time when I have finally made it to the Land Down Under, g’day mates!