Yesterday was the day. My original departure date. I had a plane ticket to Iceland, the first stop on my year long journey roaming the earth. It came and went. I did not get on that flight. I'm still here... waiting.
Deciding a few months ago that I must sell my house instead of renting it out, I knew full well that I may not be able to keep my original schedule, but having the day arrive and not be able to embark was still tough and, honestly, a bit disheartening. My adventure has not begun and I have no idea when it will begin. I feel like I'm treading water, standing still, stuck in amber... like I'm frozen in time but somehow time keeps slipping away. This and many other contradictory feelings swirl about me on the day after.
That said, this is only a minor setback and in a way another lesson. No matter how much you engineer something there are still factors out of your control. You adapt to the variables and keep trudging on towards your goal.
So, while I have lost some forward momentum, I'm still determined to make this happen. The only catch is the house. Once that sells, I'm off.
This is a rather paltry blog entry, I admit, but hopefully once I'm on the road I'll have a lot more to write about...
Somebody buy my damn house already...