Well here I am, packing up the things I think I'll need and trying to get rid of the things I hope I won't. As someone who has lived in the same city her entire life, it's difficult to imagine life without all this stuff. I know that's all it is, really. And all of it entirely replaceable - yet it still feels oddly sentimental.
That's the dress I wore to my Christmas party last year, the CD I played all through grade 12 and here's the jeans I had on that one time when...alas, there's no use getting into my daydreaming. I had to get rid of so much already when I moved back home after 7 years on my own. To save money for school and my trip, it was my last choice, but the only feasible choice.
I leave Monday morning when the sun will first break through the clouds. A road trip with my dad down to his house in Las Vegas. There I will spend countless hours by the pool while trying to write countless articles to bring in some extra money before I depart on my own.
November...mid November? I haven't booked my flight to Mexico yet, but my tour starts December 4th so I hope to be in Mexico at least a week or two before then. Perhaps I will get over my nerves by the time I meet up with the group. Maybe I'll meet other travelers doing the same. Perhaps I'll spend my days languishing by the ocean, or perhaps they'll be spent touring ruins and learning to salsa.
Once I make it down to Costa Rica in January, I'll try everything possible to secure an ESL teaching job. CELTA in hand and hair neatly wrestled into hairpins. I have a feeling the ocean air and hot humidity will leave me with uncontrollable ringlets. I have to learn to love them or forever be wrestling with my hair.
I guess this is my outline, I'll just have to wait and see what events, people and places help me to color in the rest of the picture.
