Life in 20 Kilograms

I never thought packing would be this hard. The thought of putting my life in a 20-kg suitcase can be tricky. It really puts into perspective the things that are important to me. It necessitates me to prioritize and pick what things are more important than others. It helps me realize which things I often take for granted, which things I can do without, and which things I think I need in order to live.

Taking pieces from certain people I'd like to remember or bringing something I hope would cure homesickness (when the need arises) while fitting all the work clothes, street clothes, sleep clothes, whatever, it's all getting so confusing. All I know is I've got to think this all through and get this done soon or I'll end up rushing and forgetting some of the most important things if I keep putting it off for tomorrow, as I realize that my tomorrows here at home are limited and fast approaching zero.

It's Official!!!

So I got word today that makes all the plans I've made the past few months official: I got my visa and am moving to Australia. It has brought back the excitement I thought I already lost, having waited so many months without word or certainty. And somehow part of the excitement has already turned into fear, terror and anxiety.

I've never been away from home for extended periods of time and being so far away from my comfort zone scares me a little. The thought of home being a plane ride away, and not just a place I can drive to, can be unnerving. But still the promise of a new city and new adventures, the opportunity to prove to myself that I can sustain myself, and the possibilities for personal growth and development, far outweigh shaky nerves.

You can't hit a game-winning buzzer-beater if you're too scared to miss, right? So here I go taking my shot with fingers crossed that I don't miss.