Metanoia

the fresh start

Metanoia; change in one's way of life resulting from spiritual conversion; transformative change of heart

The cab pulls up to the airport, dropping me off at the busiest airport in the world; John F. Kennedy. As I walk into the airport, I get a lump the size of a quarter in the back of my throat. Maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe I should just go back to college and become a writer as mom and dad wanted. But I find myself slowly making my way up to the counter, almost subconsciously as if I wasn't aware of my actions, and looking at the enormous screen for current flights and deciding last minute where I'd like to go before it's my turn in line to purchase my ticket. As the line gets anxiously shorter, it's finally my turn and I blurt out "Bali" when the clerk asks me where I'd like to travel. To be quite honest, I don't know what I'm doing and up until a few moments ago, I didn't know where I was going either. But this is it. My spiritual journey; my metanoia. Ever since I was a kid I knew that there was more out there for me, I knew that the world was my oasis and I needed to travel it before it became too late. Take my parents for instance: both in their fifties barely travelled outside of the United States and stuck in dead-end jobs working for a man who is twenty years their junior. That's not the life I want. But, I have to be realistic, I know that taking six months off to go on a spiritual journey isn't going to be an "Eat, Pray, Love" situation either. To be honest, I'm not sure what to expect, but in my opinion, the best experiences come with the least preparation.