My journey has officially started. The last few weeks have been a crazy, hectic combination of frantic packing, planning, waiting, working, laughing, crying, stress, joy impatience and fear. I have hugged everyone good bye, heard all the advice everyone could think of, and truly enjoyed the realization of how many lives I have touched and how many people I have impacted. It really astounds me.
Now I start figuring out what it is like to be a vagabond. No phone. No car. No place to call my own. A 20 lb. pack on my back with everything I hope to need for the next 8 months. All I can say so far is that it is different...very, very different. I feel like I am in a sort of limbo. I have left home, but I am not in SE Asia yet. I realize I have started this incredible journey, but nothing really seams all that different. I guess I was expecting this drastic internal change. I new way of looking at the world. Which I realize is completely ridiculous, but I guess I still thought there would be something profound. I just feel like me, doing my thing and carrying on.
There have been brief moments of feeling intensely overwhelmed, but there have also been moments of extreme excitement that can only be expressed though an explosive squeal that typically catches those I am around by complete surprise. I am so pleased to be finally on my trip, not just planning the trip.
And I realize, as I am re-reading what I have already posted that I really have no clue. =] I am happy, I am pleased, I am excited, and I still have a lot to figure out!! So my friends, I will endeavor to gather my thoughts, compose my feelings and write some more later when I have something that does not contradict itself.
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