It seemed like there were months and month of waiting, scheming, planning, daydreaming (and, of course, trying to keep this whole thing under wraps at work until the timing was right and that takes a loooooottttttt of energy) and then suddenly, it’s almost here! Pop the champers and cue dance party mash-up. And while I'm getting excited, the ups and downs are in full force. Here's a wee snapshot of the experience. Aren't you jealous?
Next up: quit my job (and come clean with all my colleagues who have no idea I've been incubating this baby for months - oh the guilt!). Then it's time to start packing up my apartment. Ugh, so many boxes await... so maybe not quite yet... I'll start in one more week... plus that gives me a week to get boxes... and find a way trick (nay, bribe) my friends to help.
Holy shit! Six months ago, I publicly committed to dismantle my life to go on a "soul sabbatical" & year-of-learning and now I'm a whirling dervish of fear and excitement as launch approaches. Every time I tell someone about my grand adventure, they are overjoyed with excitement (and a wee bit of envy) while they gush I try to mute my (secret) panic-stricken inner voice that is screaming, "What the f@*# am I thinking? My life is 98% out-of-this-world fantastic and I'm going to search for that other 2%? Who does that?! What if I can't get this off the ground?"
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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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