Leaving for five months just got a little more real today. We dropped off Dexter at my mom’s last night, and it was pretty hard leaving him behind. He was so confused and scared – even though he knows my mom, he hasn’t been out of the apartment in the past few years save for a traumatic trip or two to the vet. I know that he’s going to be ok, but that he’s going to need some adjustment time before he gets used to the new sounds and smells of my mom’s apartment.In some ways I feel pretty similar – we’re leaving something comfortable and known and safe for a journey with undefined boundaries, just a one way ticket to Singapore and five months ahead of us. I’ve been getting anxious butterflies in my stomach, like when I’m wondering how we’re going to communicate when we’re in the hinterlands in China when we’re barely able to string together three words in Mandarin between the two of us. That totally makes me want to curl up in hide in the back of the closet like Dexter. But I want to take this as an opportunity to work through that fear and anxiety and to see what happens. I just need to give myself some time to adjust, to always have patience, and to drop any expectations I may have. I could learn a lot from our cat.