It’s incredible how much my thinking has changed since I began just considering moving abroad.
Every time I approach a register with debit card in hand – even for meals – I think, “Do I want to spend this money here, now, in this way, or do I want to save it up for my adventure?”
I find myself looking around my apartment and cataloging the contents. Take. Sell. Give away. Throw away. Store in my parents’ basement. Hmm, think I can get ten bucks for that sleeping bag?
I’ve also found myself wondering exactly how much can be fit into a suitcase.
Piles of crafting detritus were strewn throughout my apartment awaiting organization. Can I use them all up in time? What will be left for me to give away? I wonder if Jessica would like this yarn…
I drove to a craft store to buy Mod Podge and my heart sank as I thought, “I’m spending money to buy a 16oz jar of glue that I won’t be able to use up.” Turning the corner down the aisle, my heart leaped when I saw it also comes in 8oz containers.
On the summit of Longs Peak, I wondered if it would be my last fourteener for a few years.
I hear about events and wonder if I’ll still be here. My church’s new building opening. The next Bolder Boulder. Heather’s wedding.
While making pancakes for breakfast, I imagine grocery shopping where I can’t read the labels and try to think of some simple, fool-proof cooking plans beyond the Daniel diet.
At work, I think, “How will my replacement fill in for me? Are my files in good order so s/he can find things when I’m gone? Are processes outlined enough for him/her to know what to do?”
And walking home each day, I have a spring in my step. “Next year I may be walking on another continent!”
Even if I end up decided to stay, this has already been an exciting adventure: learning to save more and spend less, discovering what I truly NEED to live day to day, and living each day as though it were one of the last.