Saturday morning, I was sitting at the Westra's kitchen table. I was telling them how I was toying around the idea of visiting & potentially moving to Denver. I voiced my nervousness & reflected that I was a wee bit scared of the whole idea. They told me how they had thought about moving there when they were newlyweds & Vicky went on to say,
"Now is the time. If you don't get out now, you never will. You are young, why not? If you fail, you can move back & will have a much greater appreciation for "home". If you fail, you will learn from it".
Amen sista I thought to myself. If I go & love it, awesome. If I go & hate it, I'll move. But I will never know unless I get myself out there.
My friend Meghan is joining me in this whole spontaneous, yet adventurous idea. I booked our plane tickets & eventually our hotel (long story short, I must have some blonde hair somewhere on my head) last night. The good news is that we won't have to pitch a tent for 4 days!
This is so not me, by the way. You know, flying by the seat of my pants kind of thing.
Do we have a plan? No.
Do we have jobs? No.
Do we have a place to live? No.
Do we have a backup plan? No.
Do we know what we are getting ourselves in to? No.
But this is what I need. I need to challenge myself to do things that aren't planned. Things that are chaotic & stressful yet thrilling & intriguing. I'm 23 years old. WHY FREAKING NOT? (I feel like the word freaking really helps get my point across. Bare with me.)
Alright girlfriend, let's do this!