And they're off!

 As lofty as my self opinion is in regards to my fastidious (and compact) luggage packing, it still hasn't totally hit me that we're really going. And I've been sitting in the airport for an hour already.

I packed for four days. Granted, I packed for numerous rotations of those four days. I'm gonna be really sick of that peach T-shirt by the end. We downloaded translation apps on our phones this morning as well as the Lonely Planet guide. We have our itineraries printed off and our boarding passes, visas and driving permits. We've officially added 'Cheerio', 'bugger all', and 'sprechen ne deutsch' to our repertoire. We are as set as we could possibly be. 

Thank you to all who made our send-off so beautiful and meaningful. You all supported us and made our departure filled with hugs, delicious meals, real advice and giddy excitement! We're feeling feeling the trans-provincial love.

Next stop, Guinness. 

"You're off to great places,

Today is your day.

Your mountain is waiting

So get on your way."

 Dr. Seuss

Ready Set Sleep.

 We're catching our breath. We're raising our glasses. We're packing our bags. 

Then we're unpacking them. We're booking flights. We're reorganizing. We're saying goodbye.

The past two and a half weeks have been, to be blunt, totally out of control. We graduated, we hosted family, we celebrated. And then we promptly sold everything we owned. We crammed what was worth keeping into the back of a jeep and wove through the mountains, belting out Piano Man and chugging Red Bull just to top up the fumes we've been running on for the past few weeks. (Do you ever notice Piano Man is always on the radio? Especially when the radio keeps cutting out through the mountains. So many opportunities and I STILL don't know all the words.)

But we are here now, with family, chillin and relaxin all cool. There've been cloudless HOT days (a welcome change) and plenty of wine to go around. In a week and a half, we fly to London whether all of our shit is in a pile or not, whether we feel like we've done all we can or not. And for the trip of a lifetime, that's a pretty romantic concept. To be swept off your feet by the world and it's people, everything that is beautiful about it. 

I'm going to sleep at a scotch distillery. I'm going to see the Berlin Wall. I still don't have a place to sleep in Paris but I'm going to be there regardless. I'm going to see the highest city in the world. Red Square. The Outback. Angkor Wat. And I'm going to digest it all here. 

It's actually happening. 

My husband has been more to me than I ever could have asked for. In all of the ways that I am a very bad person to travel with, he has worked with me and fought with me everyday to make this process meaningful and to make this trip one that we will never forget. Because we will most likely never get another shot to do it this way. I am reminded daily that I could not do this life with anyone else. And I never would want to. 

Turn to your love. Now turn back to me. Now look back at them and think, "My life is going to be far better than I can even imagine." 

Lather, rinse, repeat. 

Raaaaaaaaaw!

And here's to my first Full Moon Party. Cheerio!