Getting Cold Feet

Almost every day this week either Dad or I have asked each other: "Can we cancel?"...

The reality of getting on an airplane and flying to a third world country where we will barely be able to communicate with the locals for three weeks is starting to seem a little daunting. All of a sudden being an arm-chair traveler looks really good. But that's not the point of this journey. We want to expand our horizons, stretch our minds and bodies and get away from our comfortable (and sometimes UN-comfortable) daily grind. Anytime we take a big step in a new direction it can be scary.

It has been a tumultuous time. My grandmother Lenore passed away on January 13th and we held vigil for almost a week with her. While it was a very stressful and exhausting time in so many ways, there were also some really wonderful things that came of that week. Family members were able to make contact and communicate with each other in ways we haven't been able to in a long time. Cousins that weren't able to actually be here called everyday in order to stay in touch and lend support. It was also yet another reminder to us that we need to do these things we dream about NOW and not keep putting them off. So on that note...

I'm off to do a trial pack of my bag and see what all is actually going to fit; what do I really need to take; what don't I need; can I fit my entire life into one little carry-on bag???