It is rather evident for humans to huddle in a serene bubble for the entirety of our short lives. I had never realized until this very moment how large of a bubble I have been in for 20 years. As I gathered my minimal belongings, stuffed them together in one suitcase, and made the trek to D.C. a few weeks ago, I found myself in an odd limbo between leaving home and stepping into the unknown.
Let’s backtrack, shall we? This summer I was blessed beyond belief to have been accepted for an internship in the D.C. area. I heard back last minute and was hesitant to take the offer. Why? Simply because of my metaphorical bubble that has consumed my very existence. I have had the same routine, same friends, and same overall atmosphere from my very first breath in my paltry Texas home. This internship would completely break my norm. Never had I thought that being outside of my comfort zone was even merely an option. Until recently, I was utterly content with living my sheltered life, lacking a reason to leave. But why?
I knew that the Lord was up to something when he brought me to D.C., but I wasn’t sure what exactly it was. Heck, I’m still not 100% sure. This is obviously excluding the prodigious internship that I am learning so much from. However this summer is so much larger than this. I am making it a point to move out of my gratified bubble.
This summer I came to D.C. without knowing a single soul. I spent the first day alone in the convenience of my diminutive apartment, simply tucked away in the hustle and bustle of the city. I watched from my window as people rejoiced with their children and kissed their loved ones. This oddly troubled me. Here I was with one single suitcase, an empty refrigerator, and a soggy airport sandwich – entirely starting over. But these people had taken their first steps, established their lives, and fallen in love in this small slice of the universe.
As idealistic as it was, I had no sense of life outside of my humble abode until this moment. I could not bring my family, friends, or luxurious mattress pad that I adore oh so much. Here it’s just me, myself, and I (and I kind of like it this way). I am warming up to the unspoken rules, the brisk people, and the deeply-rooted culture. Allowing this learning process to be enjoyable rather than burdensome is part of the overall journey.
I have discovered things about myself that were simply hidden in my ignorance for 20 years. Travel young and travel often, my friends. You will learn more about not only other cultures and people, but more so about yourself. Things you could have never imagined. You do not need an overly-specified reason to leave. If you feel like going, go. If you feel like doing, do.
A special thanks to those who have reached out to me in this time of migration and adaptation. Stepping out of my comfort zone has been arduous to say the least, but I am learning to love every second.