It’s calm and quite in our apartment this morning. I’m sipping on my English breakfast tea and typing this blog from our small kitchen table. I look around and remind myself that this place is my home. I forgot we had a tea kettle. I’ve been married for two months and one of those months was spent on the road. Remind me to pick up my wedding dress from the dry cleaners. I’ve been meaning to do that. I’m just processing, that’s all.
I believe this journey has changed me. At least I’d like to think so. I’ve been working on organizing the thousands of photos we took and I’m overwhelmed at everything Andrew and I have seen and experienced together. 28 states, one district, a providence, and a brief introduction with Canada. We’ve traveled through three time zones two times and have explored the mountains and plains in trains, planes, buses, and automobiles. So now what? How has it changed me? What did I learn from the last four weeks? How can I apply it to tomorrow?
I want to take the strength I developed and continue to take care of my body. Hiking for 14 hours around Yellowstone and climbing up and down volcanoes, canyons and caves certainly changed me. I’m stronger and have more energy. I can run longer distances without getting winded.I haven’t felt this good since my swimming days in college. I loved challenging my body and using the outdoors to do so. If you know of any good hikes or trails in the tri-state area, please let me know!
I want to apply the courage I developed to face fears about my future. I’m not sure what comes next for me and Andrew. We don’t know where we’ll be 6 months from now, and that’s daunting. We’re weighing up different possibilities and paths, and also evaluating our interests and passions. We want to make a difference somewhere, but where? I don’t know. And that’s just it. But this journey taught me to face my fears and embrace the unknown, so why stop the momentum? I have a supportive family (both here and afar), friends and mentors that believe in me, and a God who sustains me. Whom shall I fear?
Finally, I want embrace adventure as a lifestyle. Just because our four-week journey has come to an end, doesn’t mean the art of exploration and wonder stops here. A restlessness has begun to stir within me, and I find myself daydreaming of where we’ll go next. Believe me when I say this was contrary to my personality a month ago. But after seeing what I’ve seen, and meeting the people I’ve met, I’m left with a hunger for more. I want to hear more stories and experience other cultures. I want to try new foods and step on foreign soil.
But in the back of my head, in a deep and dark corner there will always be a voice slyly whispering that I can’t do it, that it’s too much of a risk, that there is something beyond the trees, that I’m not strong enough or smart enough or brave enough. It’s too expensive. It’s too dangerous. Something will go wrong. You’re better off in the comforts of home. You’ll lose your way. You’ll lose him. You’ll fall down. It’s better not to.
And in reply I’ll say “try to stop me.” I don’t want to waste time. I don’t want to look back and see Fear’s stain on my timeline. I don’t want to give fear that power. There is too much beauty in the world, and I’m ready to explore it with Andrew. I’m thankful I married someone who has a gift for traveling. Who doesn’t fear the same things I do, and embodies a strong sense of adventure. We’ll pack our bags again, and when we do, he’ll grab my hand and nod his head. Let’s go.
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