As of today, we are technically homeless. No meaningful humble abode to declare our own, and no desirable land to claim as our future home either. So now that we’ve relinquished our permanent residence so to venture into the oblivion world of Southeast Asia, we’re experiencing bittersweet emotions and deep doubts deriving from our questionable decision.
Today we turned in the keys to our home, tighten the knot on our suitcase, and confirmed our Asia bound flight. It is the inevitable time where we must bid farewell to our few friends and far too many family members so that we must commence our journey into what our little hearts have been beckoning us to do. As I leave this little town that I have grown to love and endure, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if we canceled our tickets and terminate our immediate plans to abandon mother and our personal history. While it would conceivably be much the same as it was the week prior, it would most definitely confine our exotic expectations of our future. It would prematurely hinder our plans to litter our personal belongings in Europe and Thailand, nevermind the havoc it would wreak on our family and friends who have found new companions to replace us. What would you do with the replacement set if the originals are still hovering about??
While I jest about canceling my plans, I do realize that leaving this little town is not only inevitable, but is mandatory. If we were to stay we would never truly experience or realize our dreams of living abroad, we would never discover the innate traveling bugs, and we would never fully recover the costs of canceling the tickets. What will be most regrettably will be the profoundly priceless moments we will miss many sense. We’ll miss the secret jokes that friends share on intimate drinking occasions, the profound discussions regarding the weather, and the dinners with friends and family that will continue to occur without us. Those things are beyond what money can buy and for that, we wish someone had come up with a method wherein we can insert special moments of our lives into little glass bottles so that we can keep it sacred in our kitchen pantry.
At this juncture we can only fiercely, albeit questionably, forge ahead. As pinkies, we truly appreciate that courage is doing the thing we fear the most. It’s either that or foolishness, but at the end of the day, who cares?
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