Tampa, Florida

A couple of nights ago I started thinking about when to actually start journaling this journey and what I would say to start it.  While I still have no idea what I should say, at least I am not pondering it from my living room. 

As I sit at the gate and breathe, I am surprised and admittedly somewhat relieved with the unexplained tears that roll down my cheeks.  I realize that to some degree I have suppressed my excitement and worked hard at silencing my fears - and yes, there have been some fears. And so, I allow the internal decompression to finally happen and instead of fretting, I reach out for the wisdom and grounding of a close friend (thank you Stephanie- your words meant the world to me). 

-- space for me to talk to friend and hear magical supportive words here---

Life has a funny way of happening - or not happening at times. Some years ago a similar trip was planned; one week in Italy with a long-time college  friend. The trip  was to serve as a refresher and as my breaking away and shaking off of the difficulties and painful pieces of a pending divorce. However, standing at the check-in counter it all fell apart when I was told that I had the wrong Visa.  And just like that, facing the reality that there was not enough time to  contact the necessary embassies, obtain new reservations for the flat in Capri, and secure seats on another flight - the trip ended.  At the oh so glamorous check in counter at Miami Intl Airport. 

But that was then and much has happened - not to mention I am now a citizen (yes, that experience was the driving force behind my citizenship).  And while I  did find myself unconsciously holding my breath when I checked my bags as if waiting for a message that would blow it all to hell would come... The message never came. And I realize,  this is a different time. This is the right time. The perfect time.  Therefore...

LET'S DO THIS!!!!