I worked today and as I was cleaning up the dining room, I calculated that I leave for the Race in 3 weeks, and in those 3 weeks, I work 2.5 more, and in those 2.5 weeks of work, I have 5 days off.
And it hit me.
It really hit me. I am leaving for an amazing adventure. I am flying off into the unknown. I am also ready. I am ready to be leaving everything that I have been used to. I recently read a blog post from one of my squad mates, Amber Barton (she’s super cool, by the way), where she said,
“Then I noticed the longing for sleeping outside with the stars insight, bucket showers, the new found family I had begun to love so dearly, the unplanned days, and everything else that I had found to be so unusual at first.”
And I know that my usual, is what I had considered unusual for so long.
And this hit me. And I am at peace.
