I'm covering a lot of unknowns as this point preparing for this trip. I'd heard so much talk about exchange fees and charges. I was worried about that. Following Bob's sensible advice, I made an appointment at the bank to discuss this and see how these things are handled.
The woman who talked to me was probably in her 40s and she was so excited for me. She had lots of questions about what I was doing, and where I was going, and she listened avidly, even as she gave me step by step directions on how to handle the financial side of things. At the end of it, she said, "You're so lucky...."
She wants to travel too. Months after her father died, she said to her mother, "Come on, let's go! Let's rent a camper and drive across the country. Let's go see the Grand Canyon!" Her mother looked at her and said, "Why would I want to do that?" She looked dumbfounded at simply remembering it. "Who wouldn't?" she asked me.
During the meeting, I know that she said, "Oh, you're so lucky!" at least a half dozen times. Her enthusiasm was infectious, really, and the more she talked, the more enthusiastic I was getting (and believe me, I was happy about it when I walked in and sat down)
I looked at her and realized that I have been her, for years, I have been that woman. Wishing and waiting and working and just wanting...so very badly. It just kept being pushed back over and over and over again. It seems like I have been waiting all of my life for this.
I went from the bank to the car wash to get the salt washed off my car. The temperature was out of the single digits for the first time in what seems like forever. Everyone seemed to have the same idea and the lines were long. I couldn't change my mind because I could not back out to leave the line. I was stuck.
I've been stuck before though. I know all about waiting. I counted out my quarters and daydreamed. That woman at the bank? She was exactly right. I am lucky. I'm so lucky.