As we flew to Boston I began realizing that our journey was no longer a story I was telling. This was really happening and a little panic set in. Holy crap... I don't have a job. I don't have a home. I'm living out of a backpack and I'm not sure if I'll see anyone again. I'm terrified of flying and I'm about to begin a life of flying. WHAT ARE WE DOING? I cried a few tears but then begin to hear all the words everyone has been saying.... and viewed through others visions the excitement ahead. This was about to be an amazing journey and this IS a once in a lifetime experience. Reservations and self-doubt are normal.
I begin to reflect on my fears and realized that I felt the same way when I got married. Before the wedding I wondered how my life would change beyond a different last name. Would I be different? Would I miss my single life? As I look back at that I can say YES I have changed and my life is different... but really in a most spectacular way and I love who I am today. I begin to sink into a thought process that this will be the same. As we leave the comforts of our routines it is scary, no matter what that is: a job change, moving, marriage, and so on. This is just the next step and I am lucky that I/we have made this choice. We have chosen to go on this adventure.
Okay.. feeling calmer. As our plane took off I knew this was it. Then I got to see something I never thought I would. Our steward woke us up and pointed out the northern lights. It was amazing and I knew that our journey would be full of moments like this.