10 Days and Counting

The count down is ON. I have 10 days to get everything done to go. Yikes! I fly out of Nanaimo on the 31st, for Austin Texas. Then, after visiting with my sister there for about a week I fly to Leon airport, near San Miguel de Allende in Mexico.

The general plan is to spend a couple months in the SMA area, then head back to the Island to touch base and re-connect here, probably in May. Then I get in my car and drive to Ontario to spend the summer camping out at the cottage and hanging with my family there.

We are in the land of lists. I have a main list, sub lists, extra lists, to do today list, to do tomorrow list- that's the one I do so I can get to sleep at night. I have so many lists I can't keep track of them. It's a little out of control. I don't seem to be getting a whole lot done, aside from making lists, but somehow I know it will all come together at the end.

I don't know too much about blogging yet, but it seems like a good idea how to let you all live vicariously through my adventures. Will try to make it interesting, but feel free to skip the boring parts.

I feel incredibly lucky, and grateful, to have this opportunity to just hang out for a while. It's exciting to have gotten out of that 9-5 box for a while at least, and to have my whole future a big open ocean out in front of me.

So basicly, this week I am packing and getting most of the administrative details taken care of. This is just like moving, except instead of the unpacking part, everything's going into storage and I am going on walkabout.

I haven't arranged transportation yet from Leon to SMA, or a place to stay there. Every time I commit to a travel arrangement, I feel a lot of anxiety, so just I procrastinate. But this is for sure not nearly the amount of anxiety I would feel getting off the plane in Leon and trying to figure it out from there!

This afternoon I visited with my friend Jessica, and I got to tell her how sad I am feeling today, leaving everybody behind. I don't know what the future holds for me, whether I will come back to this area to live, or end up somewhere else. I am open to what the world has to offer me. She held my hands, and I put my head on her gentle shoulder and cried. She breathed, and let me be with her, with my feelings. It was a precious moment.