I am caught somewhere between the invincibility of youth and the eventuality of age. It is a perplexing state of limbo. Too young to forget the anything-is-possible approach of my 5-year-old self and too old to deny the remorse that comes along with another dumb decision. I am stuck somewhere in between and I kind of like it.
I take pure pleasure in paying off my Discover card instead of blowing my paycheck on a spur of the moment girl’s weekend to the Keys. But I am also in love with the fact we know that moving halfway across the world could quite possibly be the most self-indulgent decision we’ve made, but absolutely revel in the adventure and opportunity anyway.
I've also noticed I am slowly slipping into only looking towards the future. Since our moving date is getting so close, all of my decisions, all of my days have recently revolved around Israel. I am forgetting I still have a life to live here and now. And I hate that.
My Pre-Israel Bucket list should keep me pretty busy
• Get another article published
• Go bungee jumping
• Take a ballet class again
• Finish chapter 2 & 3 of my book
• Learn how to surf
• Go horseback riding in the mountains
• Spend an entire weekend with just the girls
• Write a will
• Pay for a stranger's meal at a restaurant