I find myself on yet another eve of a great adventure. Like before, I’m sitting with a good friend, awesome family, wine in hand, still half packed with loads left to do..enjoying the comforts of home down to the very last hour.
It amazes me at how I get here. I don’t plan it..I stress it, I google it, I ponder it, I flip a coin over it..and wa-lah! I find myself sitting in my basement, doing the same thing I always do the night before departure.
I’ve said my goodbyes, I’ve seen the tears, cried the tears, and thanked the tears.I have no idea what the next stage of my life entails or where it will take me but I sense something great.
Guess we’ll literally see if the grass is greener on the other side..
Memoirs of a Travel Junkie.. 