Here we go. I'm leaving tomorrow, setting off on a new adventure after the best summer of my life. I'm beyond excited to go, but I do not want to leave. Strange to be caught between those two sentiments, eager for the new, but still so hesitant to leave my home and more importantly, the people I love. I'm in limbo. I can't even begin to imagine my trip and I can't even begin to believe that I will not be home tomorrow.
It's time to change the rhythm of my life, and just like when the songs change on the radio, I know it'll take me a beat or two to get my feet tapping in rhythm again. I know that I'm excited, but I know I don't want to leave, and I can't articulate the feeling of that paradox with any further detail.
International travel is always such a bizarre, jarring experience. And I honestly believe that no amount of mental preparation can smooth out the bumps in such a crazy transition; falling asleep in your own bed one night, and waking in another country a day and a half later, 5000 miles from home, off your moorings floating abroad in a strange, new place.
I am eager for the strangeness, hopeful for the new experiences I am sure to have, but I am still not ready to end the best summer of my life. It will take me awhile to get my rhythm, but I know I'll find the groove, and I know that the next four months are sure to be incredible. I'll make sure to keep all of you posted.
Peace and love,
Luke
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