A Hat-Trick

This thing is taking shape, forming concrete lines where there was once an amorphous shape. Emptying savings accounts faster than a shopping spree at Bergdorf’s and creating dizzying dreams faster than the Make-a-Wish Foundation. I am days away from buying my plane ticket. Days. I am freaking out.

Here are some revelations I’ve had in the last week or two. (It’s amazing what not having to work will do for your imagination.) First and foremost: I almost wept in bed the other night. It was another past midnight evening when dreams of rhinos and Sherpas and Ko’s and Wat’s whipped through my head. Earlier that day I had found an opportunity to volunteer with the Masi Mari women in Tanzania at the base of Kilimanjaro. At the time I thought—that’s freakin’ cool—and knew I’d take that over monkeys any day. But then, later in bed, it dawned on me: it had been a dream of mine for as long as I could remember to live in a remote African tribe and work with the people. My arrhythmia double-timed and I realized—this was it—it was happening! I would accomplish one of my life-long dreams! And then the wheels began cranking: another dream had been to travel the world for an extended period of time—I was doing that too, and, since I am convinced that in a former life I was the girl who rode the elephant in the circus, working at the elephant sanctuary in Thailand would be another dream achieved. How was it possible, I wondered, that three lofty, I’ll-never-get-a-chance-to-do-that-dreams would be within reach in the same year? Not far from Coelho’s Santiago…

My second revelation came from a need to get rid of my junk. How could I do it efficiently? My initial plan was to haul all my crap to my folk’s house and have my mom garage sale it with her stuff when I was gone. (I got a huge sigh from her at this announcement.) But then I realized it might be just as easy to do here. I send email tentacles to all my friends and contacts who I thought might also have shit they wanted to get rid of, and asked them to participate. They could 1. donate stuff, 2. sell with me, or 3. offer their garage/home for the location of the sale. After I sent the email, I imagined the rolling eyes of my cronies and expected a smattering of partial interest. Nothing could be further from reality! People are dying to get rid of their junk, and I had three offers for people letting me use their house—two that I think might wrestle over it. Who knew? I have date, a venue, and a shit-ton of stuff to get rid of. Awesome!

Finally, research pays off. I feel like I’ve been on the phone and internet researching tickets for years now. But I found the first half of my trip for $2,000, and there’s only one ticket to buy after that, which I can’t purchase for another year yet. It is surreal that after all this dreaming, I will be handing over hard-earned cash (thank you, 10th grade honors class and grading!) to secure my dream. And it’s only six months away!


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