Im writing this from the plane…we are one hour out from our decent into Keflavik. The kids were real troopers fighting through the boredom and exhaustion that accompanies early departures and long flights. We’re tired, a little dirty (Trevor more so since his clothes are his napkin) and filled with excitement. None of us slept very well on this leg despite the melatonin (which zoncked us at the airport). After an hour and a half flight delay, it turned out our best sleep of the night was on the floor of the terminal waiting to board the plane.
There’s been so much prep and planning for this big adventure it’s hard to believe the day has finally arrived. The gravity of what we’re about to do hasn’t quite hit us yet. As we were landing at JFK with a breathtaking view of New York City, Trevor said “can you believe we won’t see America again for an entire year.” It hits us in bouts like that but none of us really know what to anticipate.
All year people have said things like, “you’re going to come back a completely different person” or “this is going to change the people your children will become.” While that’s exciting, it’s odd too. Change and unknowns are a little unsettling for anyone I think. I feel like I’m about to give birth. People always tell you before you have kids that it’s going to change your whole life but, while you know that’s true, until they arrive you can’t realize the ways your life will change. I imagine this will probably be similar…wonderful, challenging, scary, the best time of our lives.
Cheers to new adventures, unknown paths and seeing where the road will lead!