I didn't think it was going to get to me, but it did. I got a humongous lump in my throat as I watched hubby pull out of the driveway, with only the fuzzy top of Fritz's head in sight.
The house is dead quiet. My family are all on my ex's boat to watch the Canada Day fireworks; hubby and Fritz are headed for the cottage and Kidlet is at a cottage with her pals. I am alone with my thoughts and reflections - along with a pile of clean laundry and a suitcase that needs packing.
It is becoming real to me - this African adventure of mine (and Kidlet's). Tomorrow afternoon we will be on a plane headed for Nairobi via Amsterdam. Excitement is racing up and down my spine, through my tummy and surging up my veins to my head via my heart. I can barely contain myself. And why should I? There is no one here to bother; no one to offend with my unrestrained yodeling and singing at the top of my lungs. I have so many reasons to be
I have always said that I thought I would hit my stride in my fifties and as luck would have it, this year in which I turned fifty has been absolutely incredible. It has been jam packed with milestones, dreams fulfilled and adventures. It just can't get any better.
So I am packing up my netbook and camera equipment and I'll post when I can - although I am not sure how much Internet access I will have. Sending a huge hug to your collective hearts and wishes that you may all live fully and create the life you want to live.