Friday the 13th

That’s today’s date. That’s also the date I travel to Colombia. And technically my last working day which means after today I am not getting paid for the next 6 months which was one of the things that scared me.

If I was superstitious, (I don’t like the concept of superstition, it ‘others’ people’s spiritual beliefs) this would not be a day I would be taking such a leap on. Especially one that I intentionally spent so many months preparing for. I wouldn’t want anything to go wrong. But also because I prepared..the actual date of travel doesn’t matter all too much.

I couldn’t sleep out of excitement. It took me back to when I younger and the anticipation I always had the nights before my birthday or any other occasion I was looking forward to.

I woke up buzzing. Lazing in bed, I received such a pleasant morning call from my friend. Celebrating my THE-Day with me and wishing me well. It definitely didn’t end there. Many loved ones remembered and reached out. It made me happy that I shared my plans with them and appreciate the genuine interest they have shown.

‘I need to trust my instinct when I feel I unsafe’

This was something I said to my friend. As you may recall from Ep14, I tend to have a relative low perception of danger. However, I am much further away from home and going to be alone for a quite a while. I need to trust my feeling of instances, whether that be locations or situations, where I feel unsafe and act on it rather than challenge them.

‘…don’t think about anything but the new journey you are about to take…’

This part of the message from my friend was received loud and clear. It is very tempting to still check in and give my attention to what is happening in a whole different time zone, but really que será será what will be will be. And is indeed the case. I’ve done my best to prepare myself, sort things out in all aspects.. and that’s that really. Now it’s time to look forward, be present and open. Whatever happens happens.

My flight was in the evening, so as usual the day was spent running last minute errands, dotting the i’s, crossing the t’s. I also had a ‘see you on the flip side’ lunch (I refuse to call it farewell) with a dear friend of mine before finishing up and heading to the airport.

Heading to Heathrow on a Friday evening during peak time was no fun. It is the kind of traffic I don’t wish upon anyone.

Nevertheless, it was a good opportunity to have some final quality time with my mother who saw me off.