Everything I own is in a 7-foot square box.
The last week before changing your entire life is really nerve-wracking. Packing things, moving things, getting food poisoning, making sure all of the tiny bottles fit into the appropriate size zipper bag. But once it's all done and all of the checklists are finished, the feeling is pretty great. Who wouldn't want to ditch everything and run away to a foreign country with only minimal knowledge of the language?
Ok, so maybe a lot of people want to. Part of the impetus to do this was the looking-down-the-barrel-at-30 feeling that started creeping up last year. I spent most of my 20's getting settled in Seattle and making friends, finding a career, changing careers, starting a business, and basically playing it safe. But I didn't spend it getting 'settled' in the way a lot of my friends have, by getting married or buying a house or starting a family. By comparison, it sometimes felt like I hadn't actually done anything. I've also never been abroad, only speak English, and started getting a little tired of the routine.
I'm very excited, with only a tinge of nervous, because I know in the back of my mind that tomorrow will be the first day of a new chapter - where your life becomes defined by what happened before this great big adventure and what will happen after it begins. So yes, what happened before is in that box, and what lies ahead, well, I can't wait to see how big it will be.
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