Making the Leap

Excluding the pilot, there were five of us sitting on the floor of the tiny plane. While no one had enough room to straighten out their legs, everyone seemed to have a window seat view of the sparkling ocean thousands of feet below us. Going into this, I thought the flight itself would be the hardest, most nerve racking part, but I was surprised to find how genuinely excited I was. After a twenty minute ascent up into the sky, complete with jokes from my instructor on not knowing how to open a parachute (always a good laugh), the pilot was suddenly giving us the 5 minute, 3 minute and finally  1 minute warning to 'departure'. As those final seconds ticked by, the door slid open (and by door, I mean the entire side of the plane) and Keith was briskly making his way toward the edge. Many surreal moments later, he had tumbled out into the abyss and I knew I was next. We inched our way over, until my instructor was sitting on the edge and I was dangling out into the air at 16,000 ft (the highest point you can jump from in the world). We rocked back and forth once, twice and and then fell into the open sky.  I will never be able to describe what that felt like, like nothing I had ever experienced before. Once we got straightened out, I finally got my head around the fact that I WAS SKYDIVING.


These are the types of moments that I live for. The reason why my greatest passion is travelling and why I have explored 38 countries, on six different continents and the list just keeps growing.

Starting a blog to share stories of my travels and my passion for living life, has been always been something that I wanted to do 'one day.' And while procrastination and excuses will always be a challenge, sometimes you just need to make that leap and write the first post.

Let the free-fall begin.