Wind in my face, voice screaming in my ear from behind, the count too short to be imposing, I’ve never done anything like this.
3-
What was I supposed to do?
2-
I’m grinning because I don’t understand what comes next.
1-
He doesn’t wait for “go.” I’m thrown from the open plane door into god knows what.
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That’s alot what I am feeling like right now. On paper, I’ve got a perfectly good airplane comprised of a girl who loves me, a place to live, plenty of toys, money to live on, and friends who enjoy my company and want the best for me. But that’s not enough… or maybe too much.
I’m leaving everything behind, selling most of my things, and heading off into the unknown without so much as the trusty parachute that saw me safely through this the last time.
Kinda hoping I get to say something as cool as this, “I’ve gotten at least one new scar on my body from every country explored.”