To move from where you’ve lived for so long without knowing when you’ll be back is a strange thing. I have no plans to come home in the next two years. I may make a trip but right now I don’t think so. (Have you thought about a European vacation? Maybe you should :) Knowing I’d be gone for such a long time made me think about how I wanted to spend each day. When I accepted that my routine would soon be taken away it helped me to enjoy it more. I soaked up simple and familiar pleasures and focused on relationships. It gave me a good perspective on life and I think it’s a great way to live, as if you’ll be leaving very soon. I am so thankful for every chance I had to be with people I care about, including but not limited to: my parents, grandmas, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, aunts, uncles, cousins, and good friends from Highline, Whitworth, church, and work. Thanks, you all make me very glad.
Me & Dodo, a few hours before I left.
It wasn't easy to say goodbye to these two.
Looking back, there isn’t much that I wanted to do that I didn’t get to do before I left. I was able to relax and enjoy my time, and redeem a ton of Groupons. Embracing all the good things I have at home helped prepare me for this adventure. But it made me that much more sad to realize all I would leave behind. I can’t dwell on that, though… It’s time for something new. Besides, I (think I) will be back!