Jumping off

Well the time is actually here that I'm leaving. Leaving for this trip isn't like any other trip I've left for. Not because of the destinations being new or potential length of the trip but because I've just packed up everything into storage & I'm hitting the road. I'm essentially homeless & jobless, both of which have mixed feelings for me. I've been anxious wondering if I was really going to do this, I even had a great job opportunity pop up at the last second to tempt me to be "sane" & just stay stateside. In the end I couldn't let that potential job opportunity prevent me from doing this, this trip was already happening. So I feel like I'm at the edge of a cliff, how I might feel if I was bungee jumping. I wouldn't want to jump, I'd be scared & excited but I wouldn't want to do it. And I would make myself do it anyway, out of my comfort zone, & surely I'd be so stoked on the results (barring the rope didn't snap!). That's where I am tonight, the night before leaving. I'm so excited & so prepared but I'm also really anxious and I am going to have to throw myself off the ledge. Except the difference is that I don't know what what lies beneath this ledge. Anythings possible, adventure is guaranteed & I'm ready for the good and the bad as best as I can be. If you saw my packing list, you'd know I have way too much stuff for any potential disaster along the way. Ultimately I don't know what's going to happen, I guess that can be said for anyone but in this case I won't have a regular routine & a comfort zone, it's all unknown territory. All I can say is that if you're reading this (you're bored j/k :), you're probably someone close to me & I hope this will inspire you to put yourself out of your comfort zone some time this year in hopes to gain personal growth & experience more. All you have to do is jump!