Today I'm trying to sell the house I bought with Cyle. I've sold nearly all my possessions in the past weeks in preparation for what is about to become my new reality. Travel.
Travel is hard. Travel isn't always fun. Sometimes it's scary and uncomfortable and sometimes it's boring. But just thinking about what you can gain from traveling makes my hands shake while I type. Exhilaration, confidence, experience, understanding, and the ability to look at any place, anyone, anything with new eyes. When you travel nothing is a given. You drive on the opposite side of the road, your shower is a part of your toilet, your toilet is a porcelain hole in the ground, you have to haggle with sellers and cabbies, your idea of good manners is totally wrong. But this type of on-your-toes living makes you feel comfortable with being wrong, with being corrected, and with asking for help.
Even with all that to say about travel, a desire I've never stopped thinking about, I still have doubts about my new path. I'm walking away from my stable job, my comfortable salary, my nice house, my car, my friends and my family. Sometimes I worry that by walking away from these things it means that I'm being ungrateful or not appreciating my life.
But if not now, then when?
