Last Week Here

As I drive around the metroplex running familiar errands in these familiar places I can’t help but feel nostalgic about it all. This could be the last time I run to the Dillard’s at the Parks Mall for a little cocktail dress. Something I have done well over 100 times in my life but somehow today, on this Tuesday before I leave the country for an undetermined amount of time, it makes me want to cry a little.

I know I will be back here, if not to live, to visit, but I know even more that I have a drive to see and do things that are new. Particularly for traveling places I haven’t been before. I wonder what gives me this drive? Who gets this drive and why do others not have it? I am driven to go out of this country and see how other people live. I have had this drive for some time. I studied Spanish in Spain and I think it might have sealed the deal then. It might be like tattoos… Once you get a taste of travel there is no going back and you will forever be looking for something else to tattoo on yourself. Before you know it you have an armsleeve of passport stamps, and where did all the time go? What makes this life desirable to some and scary to others? I feel a deep burning in my gut that says if I don’t go now, I will forever lose this dream. Despite my sadness for leave my friends and family and all that is familiar to me – even the Parks Mall – this seeking will not go away. Maybe it will one day, but then I hope to show my children the world. A perspective on life that I am just barely beginning to taste. I’m certain these next few years will carve out mine and Tim’s views and beliefs about the world we are shown. Everything we know about our world now is about to change. We are on the cusp of something very exciting and nerve wracking.

Here we go.

#Leaving #sayinggoodbye