Paul and I have been trying to tie up all our loose ends. File taxes, say goodbyes, pay back IOUs, reconnect with old friends. We are attempting to think about all the little things that must be taken care of before we leave it alone and uncared for the next two years. It feels like we are preparing to go away for forever, like we can’t leave things left unsaid or undone.
We are both reading blogs and web pages written about what to pack. How do I maintain the perfect balance between minimalism and having those small luxury items that remind me inevitably of home or the routines that make up my day? It seems like such an impossible task–packing for two years, that is. I’m making lists in my head.
I am so anxious to leave. We are overwhelmed with excitement for this opportunity. We have been waiting, waiting for so long. Losing faith in ourselves and our commitment to do this. And finally it is here. Hello world.