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Someday, I would like to write a book. It's a silly, self-indulgent thought...but it's there and I acknowledge it. One chapter would be titled, "...then I went to Kuwait", and that chapter would be my pride and joy.
There are two types of pride that I've experienced in life. One type follows a dream fulfilled--a heart-bursting, misty-eyed moment you've spent hours imagining--like standing in front of the Eiffel Tower or walking down the aisle towards the love of your life.
But there's another type of pride that I've experienced only once...at 3am on a tenth floor balcony in Kuwait, with my husband fast asleep down the hall. I was jet-lagged, eating a deliciously soggy egg roll and listening to the ocean waves hit the shore. It was a quiet pride that washed over as I realized I'd just traveled 24 hours to visit the Middle East...something I never thought to dream of, never considered myself gutsy enough to do.
That pride isn't the misty-eyed type...but it's a moment in which you honor life's twists and turns. The way it takes you the scenic way, and suddenly you find your feet on the ground in the most unexpected places, like a breezy balcony in Kuwait.
All that to say: I am here. I am safe, I am very, very jet-lagged...but mostly I am proud of myself.
And that's a phrase I don't often say...so I swear it means something big.
If you're not an Instagrammer but still want sneak peeks, you can follow along on my Rinse. Repeat. Facebook page...I'll be sharing snippets of my trip in between blog posts!