Today is Thanksgiving in the states. While it’s not the first time I’ve “missed” the holiday with my family (working in news will do that to you,) it is my first one being quite literally half a world away, which, surprisingly, is a little difficult for me. In addition to missing my friends and family, I am also missing the “Thanksgiving atmosphere” that tends to fill the States this week. You know what I’m talking about: that festive feeling that the holiday season is upon us.
Taking off!
If you had a chance to change your fate, would you?
Right now, I am waiting to get on my one-way flight to New Zealand via Los Angeles and Fiji. I am much calmer than I feel I should be, given my history of anxiety and depression. But I’m not. Maybe that’s because I’m taking the leap and doing something I never thought would be available to me as a daughter of a single mother with 7 kids.
Just a week ago I would be arriving at my job as a news producer in sunny, West Palm Beach, Florida. But I’m not there, and chances are after 8 long years I may never put together another newscast again. Instead, I have chosen to be unemployed so I can pursue a bigger, more important dream: to see the world despite growing up poor, and despite the mound of student debt I have to my name.
Getting here was not easy; there was a lot of tears and sleepless nights. There were goodbyes I wasn’t prepared to say and lots of second-guessing. I will take you through that journey in posts to come, but right now…it is time to fly.