I have always been one to enjoy the anticipation of a trip almost as much as the trip itself. Right from the moment the plane tickets are purchased or the route has been charted for a road trip the excitement explodes inside me like gasoline thrown on a fire.
It continues to build as the date for departure grows closer and I usually make all of those around me aware of my travel excitement. The countdown begins which is a tad irritating for some, I know.
Then there is the travel day, anticipation has hit a fevered pitch. I enjoy every second from the drive to the airport, doesn’t matter the horrific hour (seems like we always leave at awful times of day).
Then boarding, YAY!! Which used to be combined with terror when I was afraid of flying, totally exhilarating feeling let me tell you, talk about feeling alive! I overcame my fear of flying, thankfully, so the plane ride is now the epic summit of my travel anticipation. Pure joy.
We haven’t been on a plane in 4 years. Not complaining here, we have been working toward the most exciting travel day in our lives to date. The time it’s taken has made me appreciate travel more, drawn out the anticipation (which was a little painful at times).
We are still at Mom and Dads and their place is somewhat near the Airport. I think back over the last year and a half remembering all the times I would see a plane ascending to jet off to what ever destination and I would stop and think, soon, soon we will be taking off to. It feels like a long time coming for me, that’s for sure.
Which brings me to, the time has come!! Plane tickets have been PURCHASED! On April 22nd, 2014 we leave for Colombia to start our expat experiment.
I am pretty sure people can see the fire inside when they look at me. Every time I think about the departure day the excitement flares and that intense feeling is matched only by a gripping fear, not because of the flight but because, this is it, we are really leaving.
We passed the point of no return for this adventure a long time ago. I can’t remember the date but I can remember the rainy day sitting in Starbucks with Rob. Looking across the table at him over our steamy coffees, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and tears welling in my eyes. I said “Are we crazy, we are beyond broke! We should put this dream off for 5 years, be responsible! Are we irresponsible??? Have we totally lost it???!!!” That was a little over a year ago now. He talked me down off that ledge that day. Stopping me from putting the brakes on our expat experiment. His words that day kept me focused on the goal, “We are still O.K., we need to stay the course. This dream will come to fruition, we just have to fight a little harder, dig a little deeper and be prepared to do whatever it takes to keep this dream alive!”
So we did,
and now we are here, 82 days and counting.