t-9 days

every trip must have a purpose.

a lot of times we get so caught up in the motions of the travel itself, that we forget why we've embarked on the journey in the first place. as i'm starting to freak out about what i've gotten myself into this summer (100+ heat and humidity in asia? i can't even handle houston right now), i have to calm myself down and remember why i've pulled the trigger on the unthinkable.

i want to explore not only the world, but myself. i want to experience life in a faraway place. i want to figure out who i want to be, what i want to do, where i want to end up years from now. i want revelations. i want discomfort. i want to be broken and healed.

in nine days, i set out to the other side of the world. away from home, family and friends. removed from familiar comforts and customs. i hope i'm strong enough to handle whatever adventures come my way.

i want some growing pains.

that, and delicious food all over asia :)

now all i have to do is figure out what in the world i am going to pack in my suitcase to last me four long months in asia...