Korea Bound

This feeling. My wrist start to tingle. First on my right hand, then to my left. It is almost as if an extra burst of blood starts to flow in one designated area. It starts to ignite and my whole body starts to feel warm and energetic. It automatically brings a smirk to my face and my fingers begin to move to the pace.

I can remember the first time I felt this way. The first time I fell in love. It was almost as if you become more aware of the impact of the universe, getting the feeling that you are in the exact spot that you are sopposed to be in, hence the reason you feel so powerfully alive.

Now I sit in an airplane going 640 miles an hour thousands of feet in the air about to enter a new country, a new culture, a new life, and my first “real” job as a young adult.

Shit.

Even though the nerves are walking all over every inch of my consiousness, I still find this exciting wrist tingling experience to overcome me. Embarking on a journey  and experience in which will shape the very inner part of me, impacting the way that I teach, the way that I live, the way I survive. 

Leaving behind comfort, I think I can handle. Comfort comes in smaller and smaller packages for me these days.

It is the people. The people that I never realized how much I truly loved, how much they loved me, how each person that I have connected with gives me an individual energy that works inside my soul and makes me the person that I am today.  These people that love me for who I am, no pretending. I take each of their energies with me: the love, the advice, the memories.