Departure Day

You know what I don’t get? That people describe the feeling of being nervous as having “butterflies in your stomach”. First of all, ew. And second of all, I’m about to do the scariest thing I’ve ever done and it sure doesn’t feel like butterflies. It feels more like snapped power lines that are crackling and sparking in my stomach; like jolts of electricity…although, that could just be the coffee…(I think it’s the coffee). I am minutes away from leaving on a flight to Dublin, Ireland, and I am terrified. Like “knees weak, palms sweaty” kind of nervous. (Bonus points if you get the reference). I’m going to be in another country for almost FOUR MONTHS. 118 days. While I know that travel is amazing, getting to see the world is a privilege not given to many, and I am going to have the time of my life- it’s the starting of a thing that is the scariest. It’s the first step, first breath, eyes wide open, heart racing moment of “I have no idea what I’m doing” that I’m in right now. And I’m loving it. Well, not the electricity in my stomach feeling, but everything else. The fear. The adrenaline. The wondering. I’ve never been so far out of my country zone- I mean, comfort zone (see what I did there?). And in a world that relishes comfort and familiarity, adventure is more of a lofty idea and a cute pin on a Pinterest board than a real life activity. But I’m doing it. I’m here. It’s now…….and I can’t wait!

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