When I allow myself a few moments to stop and really consider our upcoming move to Hong Kong, my tummy does a little flip, my heart skips a beat, I catch my breath and I think "HOW?" How did a small town girl from Iowa find herself sorting and packing up all her earthly belonging into boxes to donate, boxes to put on a ship, boxes to put in the trash, and boxes to store away. I don't often allow myself the time or space to actually reflect and contemplate what's ahead. It's really too scary. And insurmountable. And overwhelming. And unknown. It's easier to just scroll through Instagram or run to Starbucks for another latte or find some other distraction, than to face the fear.
But then.
