It’s time. I read through almost my entire universe of blog entries today starting with the most current all the way back to the beginning. It was a great exercise for me. It showed me how far I have come since those days of first grappling with the decision to do this to where I am today; emotionally, psychologically, physically. It’s time.
My goal for this journey remains the same as when I first conceived it. To move on and to become anxious to begin the next phase of my life. Over the past couple of weeks, actually beginning in India, “home” has been on my mind. And when I say “home” I mean creating a new one that’s mine and surrounding myself with all these memories I’ve made over the years and especially the past few months. The very fact that I’m thinking about it, that I’m anxious for it tells me that it’s time.
At the end of my stay in Istanbul I will be “killing” a couple weeks in London, Amsterdam, and Paris before I meet my friends, Ann and Mike, in Florence, Italy. We will spend a couple weeks touring Italy and returning to Ray’s family village in Sicily for Ray’s birthday. On May 28th I will be flying back to Kentucky and will be there in time for the Pack Family reunion. I can’t think of a more fitting way to end this journey. It’s time.
My mission has been accomplished. I’m looking forward to seeing my family, visiting with friends in Dayton and then flying to Los Angeles on June 11th to begin a new life for myself. Once there I will impose upon friends for a place to live until I can find an apartment. I will then get the few belongings I have out of hock, busy myself with reacquiring what I need, and begin my new life. I’m excited again, I’m looking forward, my mission for this trip is complete, and I’m coming home. It just feels right, so it’s time.