my privilege make me sick

SOoooo.... packing sucks.  Aactually it makes me sick.  I put everything on the bed.  Imagine your life for the next six months or so laid out on a double bed.  It seemed like so much and at the same time it didn't seem like enough.  Not Enough! Uffff who am I to say that it's not enough.  I'm positive I have more 'things' for my trip then some people have ever. And thats the hardest part- departing with the 'things' that we think we need.  I remember that before I had even left Milwaukee, and one of the hardest parts was leaving my apartment, a stupid little 1-bedroom.  This little one bedroom I had filled with my little things; selves, a sofa, plates, cups, pictures, ya know- "hey I'm living on my own" kinda things.  These things that I loved so would have been one of the reasons that I didn't want to travel, "what about my stuff? What about my beautiful little apartment?"! - COME ON past me! it was crazy, but thats life.  Once we start to settle down and establish roots it becomes harder to change, move on, move forward.  SO I'm glad I left Milwaukee, even though loved it so. And I'm even more excited to begin this journey- I feel that it has a lot of significance to it, and well I'm jazzed.  But at the same time I'm nervous.  A new path, new way, and I really have no idea what I will find ahead of me. I hope to see you out there.

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