It seems like just a few days ago that we were packing up our apartment and driving out of NYC, yet here we are, at the end of our 4 months in Vermont. In exactly two weeks we’ll be on our kick-off flight to Peru for the first leg of our round-the-world trip.
I’ve had the pleasure of living in many different places over the last 15 years, so I’ve had a lot of practice at saying goodbye to people and places I’ve fallen in love with. This time it’s different. This time I have to say goodbye to our home in Vermont, a place that holds some of my most cherished memories.
We spent summers here when I was a child. In college we invited friends up and had rambunctious weekend festivities. It was our escape from the grime and the noise of New York. It is where we were married. This home feels more like ‘home’ to me than any other house I’ve lived in. We’ve always had a hard time packing up to leave after being here, but this time is different. This time we are leaving for good. The house is for sale, and by the time we return it very probably will belong to someone else. Saying goodbye sucks.
Just the other day So Many Places wrote this post about the odd combination of paralyzing doubt and manic excitement that comes with this type of journey. It could not have more perfectly summed up how I’ve felt over these past months, and especially the last few weeks, as we make all the preparations for this journey.
It’s the opportunity of a lifetime, but it’s also terrifying. There are adventures to be had, beautiful scenery to witness, and interesting people to meet. In order to do this we have to let go of the sense of control we normally have. We had to find a temporary home for our kitties. We had to give up our notion of what adult life is like. We had to embrace a huge amount of change, and change is hard.
The thing is, without change, well, nothing actually changes. So, tonight we will spend some time remembering the joy we’ve experienced here, and tomorrow we’ll welcome the next step.