I had a talk yesterday with Jessica about The Unknown.
Somehow the unknown used to seem less scary. Maybe I was naively optimistic about the possible outcomes. Now I am not quite a cynic, but I am more wary. Also I have learned how awesome it can be to be known and know others… to get good and comfortable in the familiar.
When I think about moving to Colorado sometimes I feel afraid. It’s very unknown and I will be leaving some pretty incredible people who have become so dear to me….
But then I remember that when I was 21 I got on a train and road two days to Chicago. I walked 12 blocks from the train station to find a bus and then with the help of the lady sitting next to me I figured out where to get off the bus to find the hostel I’d booked for the night. The hostel was full of “interesting” people and although I felt sure my mom would have been biting her nails had she seen me there, I felt FULL of life and adventure. Then I started a year of college in this big city not knowing one person at the start.
At 25 I got on a plane and flew to Germany to do another school and again, I knew no one there and was leaving everything familiar for The Unknown. At that time I was also full of excitement and hope.
It encourages me to remember that girl. It stirs the embers of an old excitement. Warm Beach has become my home and probably always will be home… but also from another perspective, the world is my home.
In what ways do you feel drawn, called or afraid to run into the unknown? What is this unknown thing for you?