
To my youthful sensibilities, it was paradise.
As I grew, so did my expectations. Road trips replaced plane travel as my most frequent mode of transportation, and despite a few college trips to Hawaii and a graduation backpacking Eurail trip to Europe to myself, life seemed to get in the way of adventure. I guess getting married, starting a career and having two children will do it to the best of us.
It actually came as a surprise to my family when in 2010 I decided to go for it and take my kids on a service trip to Nicaragua with an educational non-profit group, Seeds of Learning. It just felt like the right thing to do at the right time in life.
And boy, was I right. It was the trip of a lifetime.
I learned more about myself than I ever imagined. I learned about how I deal with intense situations, how to keep my children safe while allowing them to experience the scary, and how truly vast and stunningly beautiful our world really is.
I hold the memories of that trip close to my heart, and yearn to have another experience that tugs at my soul and provides my kids the chance to learn about life outside our little northern California university town existence.
As most things in my life happen these days, however, another opportunity presents itself to me. This experience gives me the chance to fly solo, testing my ability to stand alone in the world and trust that again, I'm doing the right thing at the right time in life.
I'm going to Jakarta, Indonesia in three months. And I'm feeling kind of uneasy.
To be continued...