I’ve been feeling nervous lately. Really nervous. As in, thinking about going back to Idaho and my brain goes haywire thinking about all the things that can go wrong. Thinking about how I have no idea how to function in American society and yet I have to navigate the whole tricky process of renting a house and getting electricity and a phone and internet and all that other stuff one needs to do when moving into a new house. I need to register my car and get all our stuff out of storage. Our To-Do List is growing longer by the minute.
But I couldn’t figure out why I was so nervous. I’m just going back to Boise, how hard can that be?
This morning as I stood in the shower and warm water trickled down my body, I realized I’m feeling the exact same way I felt three years ago as I stared at those eight boxes stacked in my driveway.
I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff – about to throw myself off into the abyss below. No safety net, no idea how far down, no nothing. Just jump, and hope like hell that someone reaches out His hand and catches us.
And that’s when it hit me – what I’m feeling is nothing more than your normal ol’ pre-adventure jitters.
So that confirms it – I’m moving on to another adventure. Just like three years ago, I have no idea where I’m going. I have no safety net. No idea where I’ll land. I’m just going to jump and we’ll figure it out as we go.
I’m sitting here in our hostel staring at those six boxes stacked in our room and I wonder what adventures are to come. It’ll be different from what we’ve been doing, that I know. But I’m excited about the possibilities and wonder where this next adventure will take us.
And you know what? Now that I’ve realized I’m heading off on a brand new adventure, I’m not nearly as scared.
PS: John got the video of northern Argentina done! I forgot how windy it was up there – way worse than Patagonia. And we hadn’t expected it there…