After a wicked lunch with a good friend yesterday, and a lovely card from my sister, I am finally excited about my trip.
The last few weeks everyone has been telling me how very excited I must be. Now I actually am.
I’m excited about the unknown, and how much unlike a boring, safe, wellington life that is. I’m excited that I don’t know where I’m going or who I’ll meet and when, if, or what I’ll do when I come back. I’m excited about the lack of commitments. I’m excited that God is going to mess me up some more.
One season of my life has ended and another is already beginning.
I am excited.