Well, it’s that time.
It’s that time where my itching feet whisk me away and take me across the world in search of new adventures! How cliché did that sound? I know, I hated it too… But really, that’s actually what I’m doing. And while I’m on a cliché roll I will add that time literally flew by. Seriously though, I was only home for three months and it passed by quickly. Plus, I’m 78% sure that scientific evidence exists to prove that time goes by 145 times faster during the holiday season. Please don’t ask me for my resources on that.
Anyways, with time creeping up on me I decided to commence my packing, which is basically a nice way of saying that I tried to stuff my whole room into a 46 liter bag and as you can imagine I was 100% successful. Just kidding. My pack consisted of a not-so delicately stuffing of all the things I wanted to take, followed by the rude realization that to take everything I wanted would be borderline impossible. This therefore caused me to adjust my want-to-need ratio (which is subjective and completely up to interpretation, for example, I really do need that Costco-sized jar of Nutella). Finally, after a tumultuous want vs. need debacle with myself, I squished one thing here and stuffed my jar of Nutella there, and –boom- it all fit! I should really be thanking my packing cubes for that though, they are heavenly gifts sent from the travel gods, who just so happen to wear green vests and work at REI.
But packing aside… it feels strange to be leaving again. The last few months have been a whirlwind of working, concert-seeing, chilly day hiking, brewery visiting, friend catching-upping, wine tasting, cat petting, miniature versions of road tripping and enjoying all things Christmas. It is seriously wonderful to have such a comforting place to always come home to.
I’ve also been thoroughly enjoying the everyday spoils of American living and soaking all the last bits in. I’ve already written my heartfelt farewell speeches; Goodbye my instantly hot shower, thank you for always pressuring me in all the right ways and never leaving me out in the cold… So long stoplights, I know I was outwardly annoyed by you but on the inside I truly am grateful for your existence… Farewell my fully-stocked grocery stores, and remember, this isn’t a goodbye, this is a see you later. Also, a special thank you goes out to my dear friends, Ben and Jerry, because without you two none of this would have been possible and it is heartbreaking to part ways.
Now for my third cliché of the evening, and perhaps the most vomit-inducing of them all, I will say this: the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Well, as a classic overachiever I will outdo Vanessa Carlton and her 1,000 miles by upping the ante to 8,000 miles and my first step will be aboard a plane to Indonesia. Take that, cheesy cliché! In only a few short weeks I will be working at an Islamic school near(ish) Jakarta on weekdays and exploring the vastness that is Indonesia on weekends. I’m feeling pretty positive about the whole experience, then again I really don’t have much in the way of expectations, hell, I don’t even know when I’ll come home. This trip is filled with a lot of I don’t know’s…
“When are you coming back?” I don’t know.
“Where will you be living?” I don’t know.
“What other countries will you visit?” I don’t know.
It’s actually quite liberating to be in such an uncertain state of mind and I’m beginning to find freedom in the openness of it all. Who knows what opportunities and experiences await me out there? I sure don’t, but I’m undoubtedly ready for them!
But I do know…
First stop, Indonesia and spending New Years hiking Mt. Bromo and Kawah Ijen!
More to come soon!