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People have been asking us often how we feel about our upcoming trip. If truth be told, for the past number of months, my mental image has been one of those windy, twisty, scary-as-f*&K roller coasters. We buckled in for the ride when we decided to do this round the world trip over Christmas holidays last year. Over the past 8 months, through selling our house, having surgery, getting vaccines, connecting deeply with friends, and putting our whole life in storage we have been climbing that trek to the top.
A couple of weeks ago, I could feel us in that moment.
You know, that split-second, moment of pause at the very top right before you tip over the other side, dive down a 60 degree slope, careen around corners, turn upside down and finish the ride with all sorts of vomit-inducing adrenaline tricks.
I wanted to puke.
When we left our house and moved into 2 bedrooms at a nearby friends, we transcended the hump. The universe gave us a gift in providing a landing pad that feels more like the world’s friendliest hostel rather than an inconvenient couch-surf. Props to Izzy and Angus, (2 recent college graduates) for being so chill and fun when they got way more than they bargained for by having 4 Powells thrust upon them for a month.
Today, at T-minus 3 weeks out, we can feel that thrill as we start our deep dive into our global adventure.
There is no escaping it now (not that we want to). We are all in. #TeamPowell is ready to rock this. The kids are excited and talking a LOT about the “When we go on our world trip” while Chris and I are running around frantically getting all of those “things” you never think about or usually put off done before we leave.
Our mantra: Nobody ever said they regret moving forward. Sure, you get stuck in the moments where it’s actually the change that is uncomfortable. Once you get to the other side of the discomfort, the world truly feels FULL of life and opportunity.
Someone asked me the other day if I was stoned. I’m not stoned. I’m just at peace.
I have been working hard at mindful living. Making effort to take notice of the little things (hot showers, cushy beds, abundant food, kind people, Kraft dinner, smells, tastes, you name it) as I know so much of what we take for granted here will be absent in our world over the next many months.
We are finally organized. Our 2 backpacks that will house a family of 4 for 7 months proudly weighing in at 30lbs a piece. Most of our life is now in storage and we have started our goodbyes.
I can feel the shift in all of us.
That fear of the roller coaster gone and replaced by the thrill of the ride.
And what a ride it’s going to be.
Stoked. Absolutely stoked. I have never used that word before outside trying to seem cool on a double black run with the kids, and that was a total fake. I was not stoked at that time, I think I pee’d a little, truth be told.
But I am now. We are closer to departing than ever, and have arranged some arrangements for our first destination…The Galapagos! Oh yeah, out of the gate with a bullet! Now, if it was just me/just Jenn and I, it would be done differently. We would arrive as the sun is setting, having no plan or destination or place to stay for that matter. Generally, that works out in the end, but I will admit there is a chance of failure and sleeping on a park bench. Only happened once, but proof positive if you know what I mean…
With the kids, it seems like a good idea to wade into this adventure, slowly until the tender bits are past the point of no return. They are generally as excited as I am, but there are bouts of uncertainty that I need to acknowledge and address. They are 10, give or take, and we are stealing them away from friends and schoolmates to grow as people, dammit, and I guess we should appreciate that they might have some misgivings. Sleeping in the great outdoors night 1 might be a bit off putting, if you know what I mean.
BUT: the bags are packed, we could leave now honestly. And not so secretly, that would be ok…
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