Where the pea drops.

This is my travel necklace. I put it on as soon as I leave the house on an adventure. My Dad gave it to me years ago, and when I was headed to Ethiopia, I wanted something from him to keep close to me at all times. This became it. I’ve never traveled without it since.

The funny thing is, the peas started dropping out. The first one dropped somewhere in Belize; the second dropped while I was in New York, putting up What Every Girl Should Know. These are both places I have since returned to and, in some way, have become intertwined with my future, as if I’d dropped part of my heart there to grow.

So the necklace has become not only a talisman, but a fortune teller. I have to pay attention to where the next pea drops.