The Next Crazy Venture Beneath the Skies
I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.
And, like all good things, my South American adventure has finally come to an end. Back home in Chicago, I wonder how long I will able to stay planted before the inevitable wanderlust uproots me again. Furthermore, for the first time in my life, I am encountering the terror and the excitement of not having a plan. It is utterly unnerving yet somehow thrilling to stand at the precipice of a new stage in my life and not know where the next step will carry me.
So, here I sit, soaking in the peace of familiarity while trying to map out an unknown future. I feel strangely like a recent college grad, though the wrinkles spreading across my forehead prove otherwise, as I embrace the struggle to find a job that pays well, fulfills me, and helps others. But, unlike a recent grad, I have five years of independence behind me, years spent traveling to places that made me gasp in wonder and awe, years spent listening to and bumbling through Spanish until I could understand, years spent learning from the children I was teaching. Years of embarrassments and years of triumphs, years of discovery and years of loss.
I may not have a plan yet, but I have the memories and experiences that have shaped me over the past five years to give me the tools to get started. So, I dig through old resume and cover letter files, I take a deep breath, and I begin.