this is for real. 

I'm still somewhat in shock that this voyage is really happening in what is now a few short weeks, but here I am with my passport and visas (whew) and packing my apartment for yet another move. For those of you who have known me awhile you know that moving is something I've done many, many times...and something that I'm not usually too excited about. This time I'm trying to pack 1) for the voyage, 2) for some things to go in storage and 3) for residence in a temporary apartment. Aughhh.... 

This move is bringing many more unknowns and I'm finding myself nervous, excited and trying hard to keep my mind open to embracing it all, living in the moment and not worrying too much about what will come after. To be honest, I'm very concerned about coming back as this time I don't have work lined up already. I know that it's going to be worth it and that I'll figure something out eventually (right?). 

Not gonna lie, all of the news reports reminding me that it's not exactly a employment-friendly economy aren't helping. Right now, I'm just trusting that the right thing will work itself out. If not, I may be couch surfing to a sofa near you as my place of residence is currently tied to my (ending) job. 

The other big unknown is my relationship. I met a great man at a baptism nearly a year ago and the thought of doing this without him isn't pleasant. However, the thought of coming back and moving a bit closer together is definitely making me happy - this 3 hour commute business is not ideal. Three months apart is totally do-able, but I've not quite given up the thought that maybe we can work it out for him to join the voyage with me. We shall see. 

Ok. Back to packing... anybody want to help?