The time is fast approaching. I’m less than 90 days away from taking the plunge, chucking it all, sailing in to the unknown. There are many, many things to do before then, and I must admit, I am starting to get a little scared.
It takes a lot to put a standard American life on hold, I am realizing. There is furniture to sell, immunizations to be obtained, new bank accounts to be obtained (ideally foreign transaction and ATM fee-free). Trying to convince my landlord to give me money for some of the improvements/fixtures I’ve added to this apartment that has sheltered me for 4 years now. Magazine subscriptions to be paused/canceled. Forwarding addresses to be determined. Figuring out how to keep my cell phone number without paying a boatload of money every month. Deciding if I want to buy an international plan to keep that cell phone working, as I wend my way across the Southern Hemisphere. Traveler’s health insurance, international driver’s license, visa applications. Forget about the actual logistical details: finding appropriate luggage, deciding what of my possessions are worth keeping, figuring out where I am going to reside during my last month after my lease runs out but prior to my departure. As the date gets ever closer, I’m starting to feel the weight of it looming.
But I shan’t be deterred. The support of family and friends has been invaluable, every time I start to waver in my resolve, someone is there to remind me that I am doing the right thing. I am doing a great thing. I am going to throw myself into the fires and hopefully emerge better, more complete, more confident, more ME. The World is waiting. I can’t wait to make my mark on it, but much more importantly, for it to make it’s mark on me.