Adventure

7:30am, my alarm rang, but I was already up for more than 2 hours. By now, my brain was already wide awake. Well, that's because, I woke up at 5am, disorientated and lost, wondering for a moment where I was. It dawned on me that I am in America now, which is thousands of miles away from home.

Staring at the ceiling, I tried to get more sleep. Something that I've done every night felt completely impossible right now. It was probably my insomnia again or it could just be the jet lag or maybe the fact that every part of my life was set on replay in my mind at that very moment, which brings me back to the first conclusion, insomnia, yet not quite. As the song of my life replays in my head, I tried to sleep, again. Nope, not working.

Most of the replays are about the last few months or even moments spent at home before starting the long journey. I remember I was in a kind of freak out mode. How does one get used to these sudden climate changes and lifestyle? What if things don't work out? Will I ever see you again? Etc. I was so scared. Yet now that I am experiencing it, it doesn't feel as scary as I think it is. We all fear the unknown, yet it stirs in us a weird excitement for adventure.

I guess it isn't insomnia after all, it's that excitement for adventures that woke me and kept me up. It was also the thing that has brought me brought me out from fear to here. On this bed, so close to the ceiling, trying to sleep at 5am, in the cold, cold Minnesota, wide awake from the thirst for more adventures and fears of the unknowns. Waiting for the sun to rise and the day to start. It's going to be a good day.