So here I am.
Leaving tomorrow to travel to Central America and improve my Spanish and learn about the world. It was only in August when I walked into a little tienda in my neighborhood to get a passport photo taken. I didn't even have any plans then. I just knew that I wanted to travel and that my passport needed to be renewed in order for that to happen. It felt a bit odd to be honest. Maybe I'm planning for something that won't come to fruition. Like the massage table I bought. (I thought I was going to massage school....) It was almost like be afraid to hope that my life would turn into something else, something that isn't rightfully mine. I'm not a world traveler. I live in DC. Other people travel _everywhere_ all the time. I haven't left the country for 10 years. I've traveled the interior region... of myself. Isn't that enough? It's certainly been an adventure.
And now I'm the one getting on the plane and flying to another place where I don't know anyone and have very few plans, except to be open and curious. What awaits me?
I guess we'll find out!
