Packed

I know I've forgotten something. I always forget something. As a chronic over packer, It's somewhat embarrassing. I've been through my bags several times now. I've checked, rechecked, triple checked and checked against packing lists. I know from experience however, that there will come a point over the next week that I will discover what that essential article is. Right now though, i'm packed. I wouldn't say I'm ready, and I'm by no means prepared, but at least i'm packed. I'm about to embark on one of those pivotal journeys in life and the idea is terrifying and thrilling all at once, it's that feeling you get as you strap into a roller coster and begin the slow ascent up the first hill. 

A month ago my world was stable: law school, relationship, bills, the Job hunt. Now… well I guess I don't really know. Everything is up in the air. I'm hoping that Europe will help me find some prospective, that the distance will provide a vantage point from which I can make some serious decisions about my future. It's like I can feel the potential energy building up inside me, and my possible futures blooming with fractal grace in unforeseen directions. I have no clue what the future has in store for me, and I've tried very hard to keep myself from building expectations and projecting to far into the future. I know that If I do I'd just be setting myself up to have those expectations shattered. I simply don't have enough of the pieces to extrapolate anything. I don't really even know what the next several days hold. On January 18th I'll be in London, at some point after that I'll be in Paris briefly, and then it's down to Barcelona where I'll be working and setting up home base for the indefinite future. I'm unnerved by the lack of details, but right now It doesn't really matter.  I'm strapped in, I've committed, and I'm determined to make the most of the coming months and the new experiences they will bring. At the very least, Europe will make a lovely background for my quarter life crisis.