Today is Wednesday, April 7, 2010 and I am officially one month into my travels.
Today marks the longest I have ever been away from America.
And, it feels absolutely AMAZING.
There was a time in my life when no one would have ever imagined my leaving the comfort of my home, my life, and just galavant around the world.
The first time I went backpacking, people I knew — my “friends” — secretly discussed among themselves how they thought I would never last traveling. They decided I would throw in the towel, come home and go back to life without ever looking back. They didn’t think I had it in me.
They were wrong.
One month and one day ago, I had an air of excitement hanging over me, an electricity pulsing through my veins that was indescribable. But, I was also scared about what my future would hold.
One month ago, when I tearfully hugged my parents goodbye at Dulles and kept my eyes locked on theirs as I went down to security on the escalator, it was hard to imagine living anything other than the life I lived.
But, one month ago, I also took the first step to alter the rest of my life. To look the world in it’s eyes and say “My name is D. I want more from this life and I am going to do everything I can to make my reality exactly what I want.”
Looking back on the last month of my life leaves me with such a feeling of satisfaction … of pure bliss. I have experienced things I never thought possible. I have met people who are now important people in my life. I have been a part of change in other people’s lives. I have tried new things (Toad in a Hole, anyone?).
But, most importantly, the past month of my life, I have LIVED. With passion. With love. With pure happiness. I cannot even fathom Month Two and the world of possibilities it possesses.
Cheers. Slainte. Salud.