The reality of leaving is beginning to hit home. I am over the overwhelm, knowing full well we don’t need to pack everything under the sun. Our border crossings are known, we have our visas, we get our Letter of Invitation for Turkmenistan at the end of this month, vaccines this week… leaving the kids (all 7 of them plus the 5 little kiddos), family, very comfy mattress, Jura espresso machine (sob!).
The reality of really being in a tiny car in the 15,000 foot Pamir mountains. The reality of not speaking but two words of Russian. The reality of getting my period (I know, but for real). The reality of not being able to cook my own food my own way (I am turning into Bruno).
Then I think about waking up each day and looking into Jim’s eyes and knowing I am safe and sound. Being able to share all the glorious things we are going to see, with Jim, without interruptions. Wow. Doesn’t get any better than that.