The scariest moment is always just before you begin - Stephen King
When I came home from my vacation to Portugal, continuing my “current life” while trying to simultaneously plan my “new life” was making me feel a bit schizophrenic. It was like having a double life but not the cool superhero kind, more like the two-families-in-two-different-cities kind that you hear about on Oprah. Funnily enough, despite all the years I wanted to be a spy, my experience confirms I’d actually be terrible at leading a double life. So long sexy, leather Avengers cat suit.
Just as my January launch date was looming, I was feeling more apprehensive than I expected, complete with a pit in my stomach, racing thoughts and a heavy heart. So naturally, I had to double-check about whether I still wanted to go through with this or if I was just doing it because I said that I was going to and I was too stubborn or proud to say I had changed my mind. When I paused to reflect, I came face-to-face with the monster that was living under my bed: my own fear.
In the five-ish years, I’ve lived in this apartment, I’ve become soooo skilled at storage that my closets are only suitable for Olympic-level Jenga champions. In fact, I’ve prided myself on my nifty IKEA-hacks to fit more stuff in my one-bedroom apartment. Until now....
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I'm Andi (hence the blog name). I'm a travel aficionado, passionate eater, tireless explorer of internet rabbit-holes, and amateur thinker. Join me as I give it all up (ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration) and go around the world on a mid-career "soul sabbatical" & year-of-learning to figure out what to be NEXT when I grow up. Won’t you grab a cup of chai and stay a while?
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