Well, I am pretty much packed. A back pack, a front pack, and a shoulder bag.
I took me a while to sort through the must have, would like to have, and might use piles to figure out exactly what would fit and how.
I really can’t imagine what it will be like to live out of that pack every day. I’m really glad I got one with easy access.
I wonder how much of that stuff I will leave behind before I even leave South America, and which things I will really wish I had brought.
The truth is, none of that really matters much. It will be what it will be. I will adapt and learn to make due with whatever I have, and get rid of whatever isn’t worht hauling around.
I am reminded of my tandom jump (sky-diving). There is the moments when you are getting ready, putting on the suit and going through the motions. Then there are the moments in the airplane, waiting to reach the correct altitude and exit location. Then comes the moment where you have to get up and attach yourself to the tandom master and walk toward the door. I think that is where I am right now.
Of course, the critical part is attaching to the tandom master since he is the one with the chute. You would not even consider stepping up to the door, much less jumping, if you were not connected to the master.
It is the same for us. We really need to make sure we are firmly and securely attached to out master. We had better not take another step until we are.
Next comes the moment of truth; the giant leap of faith and the adventure of a lifetime.
