Wow, It’s three weeks before the start of the trip. For me, It feels like the closer it gets to leaving, the faster the time goes by. Of course it doesn’t help that I’ve been kind of dragging my feet in getting things ready. I do this every time I travel (and I’ve traveled a lot). It’s like I have this little voice in my head (figuratively) telling me not to go, and it increases in intensity the closer it gets to leaving. That part of me just wants to stay home and curl up in my nice, safe, comfortable, and controlled little world I call life. Because of this voice, I tend to procrastinate which only makes things worse.
I can imagine some of you thinking at this point, Great, traveling with a “head case,” This should be fun.
What makes this trip even tougher is that it’s going to be a long one. It’s going to be Six months traveling a nomadic lifestyle (Albeit, a nice one), and any way you look at it, that’s a long time. It’s going to be unpredictable, and with little control over so many events. I think that’s what scares me the most, the loss of so much control. I think it’s also why I hear that voice so clear.
But in the end, I will do as I’ve always done (and I havent been wrong yet) and listen to the other voice in my head, the voice of reason. I’ll chose life and all its crazy unknowns over the safety and security of living hidden away in some box. I’ll take a deep breath, and on October 19, Take that first step into the great unknown, and come to love every moment of it.
The Journey. 