I wonder if this is something like what astronauts feel before a launch, an internal battle of excitement, fear, and the reality that you’ll soon leave everything and everyone you know behind. The astronaut’s dilemma is this: do you sacrifice your dreams for safety, or leave the life you knew for a glimpse of the fantastic? Looking up at the moon or down at a map, I think the realization that you must at least try to go eventually becomes inescapable. To paraphrase Roosevelt, to fail while daring greatly ensures that one’s place will never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. And while we certainly don’t anticipate failure, the risk we are now prepared to take is tied directly to the regret we would feel for not daring at all.Amen.
Buon viaggio, you two. I'm excited to follow your travels!