Part 1: Maps, Mishaps, and Making the Most of the Moments We Are Given

If there’s one thing that makes me more anxious than waiting, it’s uncertainty. And when that uncertainty is directly related to waiting, I can become quite the mess.

Unfortunately there was a lot of waiting and uncertainty involved with the departure of this trip, and there were times I honestly thought it might not happen.  But now that I’m sitting on my hotel bed in Orlando, I think it’s finally starting to sink in that it actually is.

So much preparation.

As of 8:09 pm on August 20th 2014, our journey had begun.

All packed up.

All packed up.

Nearly two years of whimsical planning had brought this trip from a passing remark to an encompassing journey. We would make mental lists of things we might do; always dreaming, and never quite serious, until this summer when everything suddenly started happening.  Soon I had a passport.  We started buying random supplies.  We marked a route in a road atlas and booked a hotel.  I packed up my things, and then all that was left to do was wait.

It seems there always has to be a roadblock.  A challenge.  Something that gets in the way to test you and make you almost give up on things. For us, this came in the form of a hindrance in a pretty key component of a road trip:  the car.  

Our original plan, to take Philip’s own Honda, was conceived in our spirit of spontaneity and unintentional avoidance of practical notions (like the fact that its less than ideal pedals leave his knees in quite the painful state). So, as our trip approached, we agreed to wait for his family’s Volkswagen Jetta to return from the shop.

What we didn’t know is that the mere body tune ups to be done were going to take days longer than they were supposed to.  And that we would be left in the testing hands of time (and slow mechanics) as we anxiously counted down the days toward the seemingly inevitable cancellation of something we’d worked for so long to make real.  .

The thing about any trial we experience in life is that, no matter how unsettled it makes you feel, things do always work out in the end. And, although three days late, we were finally on our way to Orlando.

And so we were off, with adjusted hotel reservations, eyes keen on the road ahead of us, and bodies oh so ready to feel the Florida sunshine.