Packing 30

“Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it!” ~ Goethe

I love packing. It’s the anticipation of the trip, the planning, the visualizing of what’s to come. We bought new cutting sheets, we packed the crockpot, the kingsize fuzzy burgundy blanket. We bought a new set of bedsheets and we packed medicine, small gifts, computers and stuff for Zelda’s Books.

You know how sometimes you are so sure of something, that no matter how crazy the idea, you push forward, because there is no way around it. That’s how we feel about this apartment in Cluj.

Work has been wonderfully fulfilling these past few weeks. It challenges me to serve and to lead. It brings me joy and purpose. And I love working with my peers and customers. Proud and honored.

I turn 30 in 2 days. And I am getting excited about it. I’ve been making a big deal of it at work, mainly because I like the puzzled look on everyone’s face when they realize I’m not in my early 20s. I am tempted to scrutinize the lack of classic accomplishments: I have not had kids yet and I have not bought a house yet either. But I have no regrets.

A few weeks after I met Conrad, we got married just as I turned 23 and I still live life to the fullest, with my best friend. We traveled the world, starved together, walked hundreds of miles together, fought, cried, prayed, laughed, paid a lot of debt living on a tight budget and we conquered fears and dreams together.

I always say what I mean and I mean what I say. I believe. I love freely. I give wholeheartedly. I make time to read, walk and be quiet. I am stubborn but I will always listen and try to understand another’s point of view. This year mama said that I am a blessing to her, even from across the world. She never says things she doesn’t mean.

I am turning 30 and I am happy about it.

A new chapter is afoot.