I know, I know. I’m still processing my trip to Ethiopia – two months later. I’ve always been a late bloomer, and sometimes it just takes me a bit of time to think and learn and realize the truths that exist around me. And there are so many truths to be realized. Here are a
The moment our plane touched down from Ethiopia, my mind started to reel. There was much to process and even more to savor. I felt light and true and inspired, yes, but even more so – afraid. I feared that I had just experienced a life-changing perspective but would return home to a life not
And now, here I am, a few weeks away from visiting your great nation. I’m organizing toiletries and folding jeans and packing my suitcase, but inside, my heart is reeling. I’m a teenager prepping for a first date – a date that I have a feeling might be a monumental one. What shoes do you bring to fall head over heels in? What raincoat can protect you from the outpouring of emotion?
I’ve been doing some heavy duty soul searching lately (that’s pretty obvious, right?), and one of the things I’m realizing about myself is that I love to travel. (I know; I’m a late bloomer here.) It used to be that the crowds and the unknown and the anti-routine of it all just seemed very… non-me.