It's a weird sensation, getting out of the bed you've slept in more or less every day for the past six years and knowing you won't crawl back into it for six months. A strange combination of excitement, nerves, sleep deprivation, satisfaction and anticipation.
A close friend asked what I am thinking. My mind is actually quiet and calm; aside from a few calls prior to my departure, I have little else going through my head. Around 10pm last night it became clear that if it wasn't already done, it isn't going to get done. The big stuff is in place and I can survive without little things. Miraculously the only thing I have forgotten (so far) is a flashlight.
My heart, on the other hand, is racing and screaming with a million different emotions. Many teary and extremely personal goodbyes have been said over the last few weeks. The toughest were in the last 24 hours. Yet all of those goodbyes were said with love, affection and goodwill. I am beyond lucky to have so much and could not have made it to this point without those people.
It is humbling though, to put this beginning into perspective. Millions of people each day pack their lives into a bag and begin a pilgrimage. The vast majority do so under duress or persecution, seeking safety and a better life. I am so unbelievably fortunate that mine is one of choice and personal enlightenment. It will be a constant reminder throughout my journey and will not be taken lightly.
So without further ado, it is time to pick up my pack, say farewell to the U.S. and hello to my biggest adventure yet.
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