I was out running errands on Monday, planning on spending my last evening with my wonderful family, when I decided to check my flight times for the next day and lo and behold…I had the wrong day. Fortunately, I didn’t miss my flight but it sure got my adrenaline pumping to be leaving in 3 hours when I thought I still had 27 hours.  Unfortunately, it made my goodbyes to my family much shorter.  But maybe that was for the best.  I tend to let things drag on otherwise.

I have no great words of wisdom this morning.  Today is the day.  When I wake up tomorrow morning, I will be in Africa.  Although I am scared, my fear doesn’t own me.  I know that anything that I have forgotten can be taken care of once I get there.  I don’t know what to expect, I am probably the most unprepared traveler on the planet.  For someone who has always been a planner, that should be freaking me out.  But for whatever reason, it isn’t.

I will have some pictures of my new home on my next post.  I am not sure when that will be, but I promise it will have pictures. Let the journey begin…

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. ~John Steinbeck