Expectations

What would you do if your entire life changed literally overnight? What if you knew it would but ignored it to protect yourself? Worse what if your initial expectations were turned upside down and it seemed like an enormous, expensive mistake had been made?

I had expectations. The tradeoffs would be worth it I repeatedly told myself. The experiences would be worth escaping from the bubble I had immersed myself in for years. Not planning anything would just work itself out. This would be the only opportunity to undertake such an epic journey.

I was right, about everything, just not in the way I had expected.

Our journey so far has been epic. We've encountered so many unexpected obstacles and absolutely unexpected moments of bliss there is no way I could possibly put them into words.

As I'm composing this there are sounds I had neither appreciated nor expected previously. Rustling palms in the gentle, warm breeze; unfamiliar and unrecognizable bird calls; occasional absolute silence which is a soothing comfortable memory from home.

I don't expect next month's plans to go off without a hitch.

I don't expect to know what to expect.

I do expect that my expectations will be both shorted and exceeded in positive and negative forms.

One thing I know that I don't have to expect is that the three of us will be ok.