Six months ago when I put in my resignation from work to take a year off to travel it seemed that July 23rd was ages away. My last six months went from two additional months of working to a month of moving back in with my parents (yay!) to a nine week road trip across North America, and though I've technically been "traveling" since early May, the real journey hasn't really started yet. Domestic travel with the comforts of my car, friends, and a reliable cell phone connection made my road trip pretty manageable, and though I had a lot of time to myself, I also had a lot of time with friends I trusted and a culture I knew. Starting tomorrow, that goes away.
Today (in approximately four hours), I'll make the leap across the pond, leaving behind the U.S. until next April-ish. Nervous, anxious, nauseous, excited, and butterfly-filled are words to describe my current state. I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Soon enough I'll have some new friends, taking the same wild adventure I'm about to take as well...hopefully.
In all seriousness, though, it's a really exciting day today. You know those moments you think about where you say to yourself, "That day...that's going to be a day where my life will really take a different direction?" Sometimes it's years down the road and sometimes for some people it never happens, where years from now they're still hoping for that day, but I believe that day for me is today. It's a terrifying feeling not knowing what a week, month, or year from now will bring, but it's exhilarating nonetheless. I have a lot of hopes and dreams for the next year about the people I'll meet and the places I'll see, but in reality they may not all come true. They may also all come true and then some. Who knows? The most exciting part about it is that it's all unknown, a big mystery waiting to be solved by me, and by everyone and everything else that comes along the way.
Here I go.