Departure

So I left for Thailand on the 22nd of September, after a year of planning and waiting to leave it finally hit home that this was really happening. In the weeks leading up to my departure my family and friends kept asking me if I was excited or nervous, naturally I was a little, but truthfully none of it felt real it almost felt as though it was happening to someone else. I knew at some point I was going to have a wobble I just didn’t know when. So when I got on the plane and this wave of emotions came crashing down on me I felt oddly revealed. As I took my seat the good, the bad, and the ugly hit me and I found myself crying and not being able to stop. And when I say crying I don’t mean the pretty kind of crying you see in films, I mean the uncontrollable sobbing kind of cry. Seriously I don’t think I’ve ever gotten through a pack of tissues so quickly! It was the strangest feeling to experience fear, excitement, sadness, and happiness all at the same time but I knew I needed to let it out in order to really embrace the whole experience.So that is exactly what I did, I looked out the plane window and cried until the tears just stopped coming and then I felt this surge of calmness and readiness wash over me, it was a beautiful feeling.