11 hours before take-off

When people hear I'm traveling alone they express one of two things, either that the idea terrifies them (and therefore should terrify me) or that they are jealous and wish they could do the same (to which I always reply, you can!).

Preparing for a 2-month adventure takes a lot of planning.  And while I'm good at planning, I'm not so good at executing things ahead of time.  So the last 5 days have been a whirlwind for me.  Amidst all the purchasing of supplies, cutting of hair, trying on of clothes, buying of food, cleaning of house, and paying of bills I have had brief moments of stopping to enjoy the process.  And this is what I discovered....

As independent as I am, I have deep love and gratitude for these people, for without them it wouldn't have happened.  I believe everyone needs:

A Sarah to borrow an extensive packing list from, as well as a camera memory card.
A Donald to fix the computer when it deleted everything from the iPod 24 hours before departure.
A Senia to lend emotional support and encouragement with love and excitement.
An Alina to really understand where you're coming from and offer full acceptance.
A Mom who keeps it light even though she's worried.  One who waters the plants, checks on the condo, brings you to the airport at 3am, alters your clothing at the last-minute ("by the way"), and gives extra hugs and love.
A Dad who reminds you of how to be safe and lets you go even though he doesn't want to.
A Business Coach who helps you understand the world is yours if you so choose.
A Chiropractor who boosts your system so you are healthy and full of energy and happiness.
A Book Club who shares in the excitement and truly, truly loves and supports your decisions.
A host of cousins and friends who send their love and give guidance in Faith so you're never alone.
A Stylist who cuts your hair (again) so that it's just right for traveling.

When people ask how I can travel alone I just smile and say, "I'm never alone."

I love you guys!

One week before - an intro

I am going to Costa Rica.  For 8 weeks.  By myself.  And I invite you to join in the fun and adventure of it all!

I hear you hesitating, having confused thoughts.  Alone?  For 8 weeks?  What for?

I also feel you wondering about my blog title, things such as:  Is she joining a commune?  What is she searching for?  Will she come back?

To all these questions I smile...and laugh.  The purpose of this trip is to live in accordance with my adventurous spirit.  8 weeks is long enough to feel a sort of dissociation from my current life in order to return refreshed and inspired.  By going alone I will hold my experiences deep inside myself without needing others' approval, they are truly for me. Yes, I will return.

We all have our own definition about happiness and look for ways to fulfill our lives.  Mine is through joyful and vibrant experiences, both large and small.  Lets have fun!