Embarkment
Most stories start at the beginning.
It’s just how it’s done. It wouldn't make any sense in this instance to start
at the end and work my way forward. So that’s what this is, not the beginning
of my life story, but the beginning of my story in Italy and maybe my travels after
that. This blog will serve to help answer some questions, keep friends and
family in the know, and ask for some much needed prayers. It is 54 days and
counting until I hop on a plane out of Denver
for an adventure I feel like I've been waiting my life for. I am in the same
instant completely terrified and more excited than ever.
I have talked to many people about
this journey. Family, friends, and strangers along the way and they all seem to
have the same questions, showing just how connected we really are. I’ll try and
address those here as best I can. The first question I always get is “Why
Italy? What is calling you there?” The only way I can answer this is that Italy
ITSELF is calling me. Yes, it is, and has been for a while now. Italy had never
insisted itself upon my mind until a little over a year ago when everything was
screaming of it. It was in everything I saw on tv or in movies, in every book
or online article I read, and randomly on the radio and in music. I just had to
say ‘Yes’. Sometimes in life you just have to say yes.
They nod politely and then prod a little deeper, trying to gauge what I’m really planning on doing. “Are you going toRome for the Coliseum or the Vatican ? Are
you going to Tuscany for the food or Florence for the Art? Are
you going to Venice
to see the canals?” The answer to this is both yes and no. Yes, I plan on
experiencing those things but no, I am not going FOR them. I am going to travel
for the purpose of traveling. I am going to see little old women gossiping with
their friends, Italian teenagers making out on park benches, to watch Italian women
strut down the street wearing Prada and Gucci, to of course drink tons of wine
and eat lots of gelato, to get a real sense of their authentic culture and to
get a sense of who I am while I do all of this.
They nod politely and then prod a little deeper, trying to gauge what I’m really planning on doing. “Are you going to
The third and seemingly most
important question they ask is “Who are you going with?” to which I respond, by
myself, solo, alone. They get a concerned smile and start asking a whole number
of things including if I know the crime rate, if I am aware of how men treat
women there, and if I have an itinerary planned out. Most people don’t
understand exactly how I am going about this adventure. I am going alone, I am
quitting my job, leaving my house and diving head first into this country. If
they choose to keep me I will stay. I have absolute faith that God has my life
in His hands. He already knows how it will all turn out and every step I am
taking. This terrifies people who don’t have the same confidences. I want to be
as free as possible, I want to be able to say ‘Okay I don’t love this city, I’m
going move onto another’ at a second’s notice. I want to meet a group of
hippies and take off to a festival across the country. I want to sit and chat
with God in a church that has stood for centuries for hours upon hours without
trying to keep a schedule. I am confident I will do these things.
I hope these answered some
questions and lingering thoughts that people have. While I know very well that
God has this all in control, I do need to use this space to ask people to be
praying for me and sending good thoughts. It never hurts to ask Him ya know?
Please pray specifically for the travel over there, for continued faith, and
for my exuberant joy while I’m at it.
I plan to write at least one more
entry before I leave, probably entitled How Much I Hate Packing. Appreciating
the love you all give me already, Acasia.
WISH I COULD GO LOL :) but im super excited for you :) I will pray many prayers and perhaps light a candle for you ILY KC
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