“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”
– Robert Louis Stevenson
Greetings from the Sacramento airport! As I write this, I am sitting at my gate, early and waiting for a slightly delayed flight while I listen to the song “Dog Days are Over” by Florence + the Machine on repeat. I’m listening to this particular song because it makes me think of the book Eat Pray Love. Thinking of Liz Gilbert’s story makes me go from sad to excited because instead of thinking about how much I’m going to miss my family, friends, and Sacramento, I start to think about how my life is about to become very “Eat Pray Love” throughout the next year.
The song is definitely helping me to be distracted from the thoughts of homesickness. This past week has been hard as it’s been filled with lots of tears and farewells to the people I’m going to miss the most. Last weekend I made a trip to the Bay Area to say goodbye to relatives and good friends; on Tuesday night, I had one final dinner with my best friends, whom I’ve always considered to be like my second family. Last night I said goodbye to my roommate/partner-in-crime, Brigette, and then goodbye to Chance. Finally, this morning, I said goodbye to my dad and my siblings. Saying all of these goodbyes has been so much harder than I ever imagined it would be, so much to the point where I’ve actually thought, “Why am I moving? Why am I leaving everyone and everything I love, know, and care about behind?”
And then I remind myself of the conversation I had with my major advisor during my last semester of college– the advice I needed to hear that would also completely change my post-grad plans. I remind myself of that time I looked at the handful of jobs that Sacramento has to offer and thinking about how they all sounded completely boring, uninspiring, and mind-numbing. I remind myself of my recent, first-time-out-of-the-country trip to Europe that opened my eyes and made me realize I’ve been living in a bubble. I remind myself of all the blogs I’ve been reading over the years about brave women who just pick up and move to other countries because they’re the kind of people who live rather than dream. I think about all of the aforementioned ideas, and then I remember why I’m doing this: to travel, to learn, to experience, and to grow.
*Note: I was supposed to post this before my flight last Friday, but then I ran out of time. Whoops!