When I first began planning this travel adventure, it had a start and an end point. I thought 6-8 months would quench my wanderlust and I’d figure out some things along the way. Over time, it has evolved into something much larger. I’m selling my house, most things I own, and I have a one way ticket to China. Because I started planning this nearly 6 months ago, I’ve been making decisions on what to keep, and what to let go of ever since.
I always thought I’d keep certain things, but as my departure date nears, I ask myself why I need stuff in a storage unit indefinitely. Initially, it was difficult to let go of what I felt like were my prized possessions, but the cleaning out process has been fairly cathartic and overall pretty easy. My house now looks different daily and I won’t lie, it’s starting to hit me! I’ve lived here for 9 years and everything is changing. Like always, however, I keep my eye on the prize and continue moving in the direction of my new goals.
There’s just one thing though… My dog. This part is going to be the worst. I thought leaving work would be hard, but I’ve been comfortable with training the new RD and I haven’t had any emotional outbursts YET. My dog though. I can’t say bye to him. He doesn’t understand what’s going on and he’s been shuffled back and fourth the last few days between home and his new home. It helps with showing my house but really, it helps me with transitioning.
And on that abrupt note, I think I’m going to end because I get emotional just thinking about it. Now I feel worse that he’s not here, but I had so much to do this evening and I thought he may be better off with his brothers.