Preparation.

I put my life into boxes.

My dreams into two backpacks.

My old clothes into suitcases.

I donated things that made no sense to have in my present.

I got rid of the shoes that used to protect my feet and keep me on a pedestal of the character I had built as an adult.

I traded them for sneakers and flip-flops to feel grounded and comfortable walking.

My mother worried.

My grandmother feared.

My friends supported me, colleagues admired me.

Others marveled at such courage and detachment.

A life force mixed with my anxiety at every step I took into the new adventure of my life.

I felt the ebb of fear in my stomach.

I thought I was crazy and at the same time,

I was afraid of my own courage to face the world with strength.

So, I bought a one-way ticket.