it wouldn’t be a trip made by me if there wasn’t some last minute details that needed tending to.

the day has finally arrived and i felt level headed and ready. although i woke up to an unpacked bag…

sure, it’s not the best approach, but i make it work.

but today felt like anything else but pressure.

i woke up with feelings of gratitude, love, and appreciation. i felt the gratitude for the opportunity to pack for a trip of a lifetime. i felt gratitude for the connections in my life as they wished me well on my journey. i felt gratitude for my legs as i was walking my dog for the last time in a long time.

i had no expectations for what today was going to be like. there was no tiktok i watched about what you feel or go through on the day of your departure, no check list. there was no pomp and circumstance, there was no send off party. just a calm, able-bodied person ready to take off on her first solo trip, no biggie.

but although everything was calm and cool on the outside, i was beaming with feelings of pride for myself on the inside. i’m here. the day has arrived.