It All Starts With A Dream

The dream is where this all started. Months, and years ago, I promised I would go see the world, and take the time to do it. Before we have kids and while my boss (shout out to Frank for being the GOAT!) is cool with it. The dream became a reality.

A couple days before I left, however, I was such a sad girl. I already missed Jeff and puppy, and was wondering if I made the right decision. I have such a lovely life, with the best husband I could have ever imagined! We have a cozy job, and our families are all doing well. What am I doing just going off and bailing for a few weeks? I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Then the day I was leaving I held on to every single hour, minute, second at home. I was a water balloon of emotion. First saying, see you soon, to Fretty. Then, heading to the airport with Jeff.

The drop off came, a couple kissed good bye, and a see you soon, in 5 weeks. I cried all through security, down to my gate, and a good 30 minutes into the waiting period. I wish I could say it vanished as soon as I got onto the plane, or even as I touched down, sat down on the Tube and made it to central London, but it didn’t. It wasn’t until today that I truly felt happy and excited to be here.

It’s left me feeling surprised and feeling like I already learned something about myself. In fact, a couple things about myself. One is I can do something if I actually make the choice and put it into action - the dream. Two, maybe my favorite place after all isn’t London, or a beach in Honolulu, but on the couch next to my husband with the puppy cuddled up. Another kind of dream, the happily ever after kind that makes your heart flutter up.

I’m only at the beginning of this journey and I am so thankful to be here. I truly am a very lucky girl. Thank you to everyone who has supported me and pushed me to say, fuck yes, to this. I can’t wait to see what the next 33 days uncover but I wouldn’t be here without one thing, the dream. Because…it all starts with a dream.