60 days and counting
It’s 60 days until we leave.
And if I’m being honest, I haven’t felt this unsettled about our trip since we started planning it.
The world feels heavy.
The news.
The violence.
The fear.
It all adds a layer of tension to this trip.
There’s a deep discomfort I carry around the identity of being American. I feel the weight of what’s being done in our country’s name. It brings shame, embarrassment, and heartbreak.
We also carry the awareness that we get to do this, to travel and move, with a level of freedom and safety not afforded to everyone. We are not stepping into this naively. That awareness matters to us.
We are not looking away from it.
We are choosing to stay present with the discomfort, to stay curious about what we don’t know, and to let the experience stretch us.
And that curiosity isn’t just about the world around us. It’s what is showing up in us too.
Everything feels unsettled, and honestly, so do I. I’m already feeling the weight of moving out of our apartment and saying goodbye to friends and family.
Every laugh, hike, co-working session, coffee, and hangout with friends feels like part of a quiet countdown.
The same with my kids, who are finding their way and stepping into more of who they are.
Choosing to leave during this season feels both right and wrong, brave and selfish, clear and completely tangled.
Choosing yourself after years of centering everyone else doesn’t come naturally. It feels strange.
But I think this is the beginning. This discomfort feels like a cracking open. The space before something new.
A slow unraveling of old stories, beliefs, and thought patterns I’ve outgrown.
A quiet rebirth in how I show up for others, for my kids, and for myself.
It’s learning how to care for myself, believe in myself, trust myself, and love myself.
Hello, Curious, isn’t just about pretty places and packing tips. It’s about the real stuff. The raw stuff. The inner journey that mirrors the outer one.
So if you’re here for that, welcome.
In growth and gatitude,
Kristin