The Longest Journey Begins With A Single Step (The First Of Millions)

My supervisor casually asked me how I was doing. A polite question. That's all. Now I'm going to Africa.

I have that effect on people.

Honestly, I have the best supervisor in the world. When I explained that I wasn't happy where I was, that I was lost and adrift, and that I had no idea where to go next, she contacted a job coach and helped me to get set up with an advisor to figure out where to go next.

Which is where Africa enters the story.

My job coach and I have had several wonderful conversations, and early on she helped me to see not only what I want to do, but that I can do it. Our discussions often resembled this one-

"It sounds like you want to go overseas. What's stopping you?"

"Lease, job, finances."

"When is your lease up? When can you leave your job? How are your finances?"

"Up in a month, I can go when I want, and I have some savings."

"So you're a big pansy?"

Well, not precisely. She was nicer than that. But you get the idea. I'm a big pansy and she pushed me in the right direction.

And so here I am, writing about my plans for travel and telling the world (or, more likely, my family and friends. Or, still more likely, two people. The rest will claim to be reading this). I hope that my prep, my time abroad, and my general pansy-ness will provide you with all the entertainment that you are paying for.