My travel day started yesterday when my sweetheart of a brother picked me up at 9am, took me for coffee, and drove me to Greenville to catch my flight. On the flight from Greenville to Atlanta I sat next to Daniel, a salesman who works in the credit card industry out of Ohio. He warmed up to me when I gave him a hard time about figuring out how to use the seat belt. Otherwise, he worked the majority of the flight and only took breaks to answer my endless stream of questions and to offer up a bit of sass himself.
He asked me where I was going and then he asked me why. I hadn’t really answered that question fully until he asked it. Before I had time to filter or to try to make myself sound less excited I spat out, “To find an adventure.”
I guess that was the first time I’d really acknowledged it even to myself. Before I would say simple answers like, “vacation” or “because I committed to go out of the country every year and I haven’t yet this year.” Both of those answers are true, but, they aren’t the core of it. The core of it is that I’m in Nicaragua to find adventure and through that to hopefully find a little piece of myself too.