Vagabonding

Just as the wedding decompression commences, the globetrotting exhilaration begins. Such is the pace we have set for our lives. And neither of us would change a thing.

It has been years since I have felt the heart palpitations that can be induced only by the anticipation of extreme travel. The spirit of the vagabond has begun to permeate my being. It brings entirely unique feelings of joy, enthusiasm, and anxiety. My eyes are ready to see, my ears ready to listen.

I am filled with the energy of a child on the first day of school. I have jitters at the thought of meeting new people and making first impressions. I am prepared to learn and accept my new lessons. I am anxious about getting lost, but thrilled to rediscover our way. I am now fully aware of that feeling you get when you know you are on the edge of something big—something that will change your life and make you new.

This time in Hawaii will be a balance of honeymooning and housekeeping. We are newlyweds, and are enjoying the quiet bliss of a love changed by our vows. We are also only days away from crossing the distinct line of vacationers to vagabonds. There is much to do before we are off the American grid.