I’ve been packing a trip. A new project, a new place. I don’t know what to expect. It’s my first time doing something like this, and honestly, I feel a little nervous. Not in a bad way, but… just that feeling of stepping into something unfamiliar.
I took so much time making little packs of my shampoos and conditioners—the ones I always use at home. I know hotels have their own, but I like my things for my long hair (getting a bit too long now maybe?) It took forever, scooping them into tiny bottles, making sure they don’t spill. Small routines like this make a place feel less foreign and more at home.

My suitcase is filling up. Swimsuits in soft, shimmery fabrics. Light dresses that catch the wind. A little bottle of perfume I only wear on trips, so the scent always brings me back. I also packed warm-weather clothes, which makes me happy—loose tops, flowy skirts, comfy sandals. It’s been too long since I felt the sun like this. I actually have so much time off-duty on this trip. More than I expected. I think I am most excited about that part—time to step away and just be. Time to think about things, let my mind wander, and see where the journey takes me.
The colors of this journey feel warm—sandy beige, ocean blue, deep green of palms at sunset. I wonder how it will feel once I arrive. I try to imagine it, but my mind skips over the details. Maybe that’s why I still feel a little nervous.
Do you ever get anxious before new things? If you have any little rituals that help, I would love to know.
Next time I write, I will be in the sky.