Remember my trip to Africa last summer? Well, I do…some of it. Since the third trip is what we remember, I can honestly say that my memory has already faded.

Hi! Remember me…and my three trips. I’m still on trip one as I contemplate and prepare for Zambia. To say my ‘anticipatory feelings’ are getting the best of me, is an understatement. They are ruling my life. Like the Disney movie, Inside Out, I imagine them lined up fighting for control and fear is winning…followed closely by anxiety.

When we travel, we actually take three trips. There’s the first trip of preparation and anticipation, packing and daydreaming. There’s the trip you’re actually on. And then, there’s the trip you remember.

I have ghosted my relationship with nature. I left my sweet tree hanging in the balance waiting for connection and explanation from me. Waiting for more than just a half-hearted glance as I walk by the window.