Yesterday Travis heard that his paperwork has gone to final review, which is the last step before his name goes on the registry. ** EEEK!!!! When he told me I felt an odd lump forming in my chest. Not that I didn’t expect us to get this far, for I have always thought this FS thing would happen; but we were just suddenly another step closer. We’re now getting really close to this large precipice. Two more steps and we’ll be jumping into a world we’ve been dreaming of, talking about and planning for. And it’s no small jump, more like a bungee jump off some scary looking bridge with nothing but a deep gorge staring back at us. Now, just so you know, I’m actually really excited about our new life taking shape. But scared too.
Why scared? Well, because our life right now is… comfortable. Comfortable house, comfortable church, comfortable friends and food– (not so comfortable is the car, but how can it be with 3 kids smooshed in the backseat of an accord?)– anyway, you get the picture. We’ve been comfortably living life here for the last 10 years, stuffing away our dreams while we got through school, had kids, etc. Also, I might add stuffing away our stuff. LOADS of it– in the closets, the attic, the garage, again, you get the picture.
Now we’re having to UNstuff our lives. Get a little UNcomfortable. But not really having to, since no one’s going to make us have this exciting, world traveling, jet-set life. We’re choosing it. We want it. So while the big question mark has suddenly put on its boots and is rapidly moving in our direction, and it looks like a forboding cowboy hollaring “Giddyup!” and even though I can feel this lump in my chest beating harder, I think we’re ready to hitch our wagon to it and hollar back, “Yee-Haw!”
**p.s. for those of you who didn’t know yet, Travis has applied for, and been offered a job with the State Department in the Foreign Service, contingent upon passing a few hoops like medical, security, and us deciding to go through with it. If everything goes as expected, we will move to DC for 6-7 months for training, then on to a country, which will remain unknown until we’re in DC.