It’s time. Time to take my bag to the car and hit the road for Dulles. Time to be in transit (car rides, airport waits, & flights) for the next 30 hours. Time to take one last deep breath and then the plunge. It’s time to return to Oz.
This countdown has been a long time coming. Four years ago when I returned from Sydney and started my new job, I knew I wanted to go back for a long-term trip. Many months ago, I decided to make this trip a reality! And just a few months ago, within days of applying for my visa, I decided I needed a little arts & crafts project to help count down the days
In pre-school we made chains out of construction paper to help mark time until Christmas. So I went to the store, picked out a package of multi-colored paper, and went to town. It turned out to be so long that I had to drape it over my closet door!
Now, only one circle remains, and instead of tossing it out with the others, I think I’ll keep it on my dresser until I return.
While the craft project was fun, counting down the days has brought a mix of anticipation, excitement, and anxiety over the last few weeks.
For one, I’m in awe that I’m actually going to live the dream — a dream I’ve had for years and talked about at length. A couple of years ago I wondered if it was simply going to remain that…a dream and never reality. In one of my favorite books Delaying the Real World, one of the contributors says, “Every day you postpone a dream you weaken it a little. The longer you wait, the less likely you will ever chase it.” (A. Liverman) Well it’s time for the chase.
I’m so blessed to have this opportunity, but I’m still scared. However, as Christian author and speaker Joyce Meyer encourages, “Do it afraid.” If I waited for every ounce of fear to be gone, I never would have taken this leap.
Speaking of leaps, it’s been tempting to compare myself to other travelers and see how less brave, less traveled, and less savvy I am. I’m going to an English speaking country on a visa I’ve already secured. I’m not backpacking around the world. I’m not living in country with a different language (though some say that’s debatable ). As easy as it is to compare myself to others, I can’t. This is my experience and I’m doing exactly what I want. I may not be as brave or knowledgable as others, but I don’t have to be. I just need to get on that plane, keep an open mind, and live this year to the fullest. And while I don’t think I’m brave, thankfully my friends and family do
Scared, brave, excited, in awe — it’s time to live the next year half-way around the world. For all of you stateside, I have a request:
Try to leave a light on when I’m gone
Something I rely on to get home
♥ xoxo ♥
Thank you mom and dad for making this trip possible! Without living with you with lower rent the last few years, I would have never been able to save up some money for this adventure.
Til I get to Oz…cheers, m’dears.