It’s Tuesday evening and my stay in North Carolina is about to end. I have one day left in the U.S. before I board a plane in Charlotte and head for Bangkok.
Today, a friend of my daughter’s, who is doing some remodeling work on her bathroom, came by. We met the last time I was in Asheville. He mentioned my trip to Thailand and said how exciting that was.
My response? “I’m terrified.”
But, really, I am.
I remember in 2010, when I was leaving for Costa Rica, leaving my country behind so that I could live reasonably on my Social Security check. I was terrified.
A very good friend apparently could sense my mental state, driving me from Sarasota to Orlando, putting the both of us up at the airport Marriott, taking me out to dinner, and escorting me to the departure terminal. I was a wreck.
Not as much now, but still the prospect of moving to a new country to live makes me terrified. The next 2-4 weeks of my life are going to be completely bonkers – arriving in Bangkok and confronting the difficult language situation, coordinating for my ride to Hua Hin, looking for an apartment, opening bank and Internet accounts, stocking my new home with food and other items, going back to Bangkok to finalize my visa status, and anything I’m bound to encounter during all of that.
It will be a whirlwind, frustrating, challenging and a whole range of emotions in between. But at 6 am Wednesday, Jan. 6, I will embark on the next 2 Bags and a Pack adventure. Stay tuned.