This wasn't the plan. It never is, is it? The plan was to make casseroles, to scrapbook my photos, to clean out my closet, to sleep in every other day, to go for a jog in the morning and maybe even to get a puppy. The plan was to bore myself to motivation. The plan was to work and save and pay off debt and somehow fit in a visit to Nepal in between. The plan was somewhat unrealistic, but it was a plan.
And yet, here I am, at the airport again, where it always begins and and it never seems to end. My stomach is in knots and I'm exhausted, but I feel like I'm on the edge of something good. Because this time tomorrow, I'll be watching the sunrise in South America.
(And somehow, it all fits into the plan. It's just a different plan--30 countries before 30. Guyana is country number 20.)