The day has come. January 18th. Tonight I will step onto a plane and into a new journey. Although I have counted down the months, weeks, and days (and not counted them) – it’s still doesn’t seem real. What also doesn’t seem real is the fact that I fit all my belongings into 2 large suitcases, seriously how did that happen?

So, how am I feeling? It seems to be the question of the day. Well, I’m still not sure. ha. I’ve basically trained myself over the years to drop expectations. Instead of having super high or low anticipations, I just don’t. Don’t ask me how I do it, but somehow looking back on a new beginning I never knew what to expect. Since this is the trend, that’s what I’m doing with England.

I’m looking forward to something new, something different. But I’m also scared out of my mind for the unknown. That’s part of the thrill though. Who knows who I’ll live with or what my schedule will be? I’m in it for the ride! In due time I’ll pull my handy-dandy planner out and fill it with every detail of my life, but for now….ignorance is bliss.

My prayer for now is the promises of Psalm 121, which I’ve heard defined as “The Traveler’s Psalm”

“I lift up my eyes to the hills.
    From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth.