Jumping off

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.”

2 Replies to “Jumping off”

  1. Greetings, from Ohio. One of your friends turned me on to your blog-a fine one indeed. I hired into the steel mill with Steve back in 1978, I’m retired now. I have an apartment rented in Antigua for March and April. The Easter period is filled up with guests but the rest of the time is open if you want to visit and rest up from your travels. Norm kwallek

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