The planning over the last year is all really falling into place. Nearly completed my training as an EFL (English as a Foreign Language) teacher, told my family, seen the estate agents, sold my car and started the packing.
When I started to push around the idea of leaving my job, renting my house out and living in another country, I don’t think I really believed I was actually going to do it. I talked about it wistfully, maybe endlessly, but I still didn’t have to do anything.
I could still have a dream, without actually getting off the sofa.
Every day, the more I talked about it though, the more I described it, the more I thought, I want that, that’s what I really want and then the fear set in.
I want adventure, I want to stop talking about wanting adventure, I actually really want it more than the fear of doing it.
I also found someone who wanted to do it too, this lessened the fear by about 97 percent. I am much braver with someone else. So in 60 days, my friend and I are leaving for Mexico, we have a one-way ticket booked, two nights in a hotel and then 36 hours to come up with a plan!
So many people say how brave we are, sometimes I wonder if they are saying that inserting the word stupid instead of brave in their minds. I don’t think they are, maybe those are just my underlying thoughts.
In the short term I feel brave, I am doing something different, jumping off a ladder, but in the long term, I know the scariest thing is not to have done it. To look back in 20 years and wonder what it would have been like to do this, that’s the thing I can’t imagine.