So I'm sitting here and I've got my passport, my flights, my backpack and my board. My exchange applications have been approved, I have sufficient bank to last the whole 6 months (hopefully), I've got a house sorted in Gdl and a lift from the airport (thanks to Jade), my bags are pretty much packed and all thats left to do is hang out with my family for a few more days, turn 20 and get on that plane taking me to this big exciting adventure that I've been telling people I'm going to go on for about 2 years now.
Fuck.
Most people have a general idea of how their trip is going to go because they've looked through the guidebooks and made some loose plans about whats going to happen, and I'm realising now that I have absolutely no clue. What I'm going to do over there, what its going to be like and why the hell I'm going in the first place.
I'm not scared of whats coming, its more like my experience of my first gig. My friends and I were in the crowd, sitting around and there was this energy that everyone else was feeling, the anticipation and rush of excitement because they knew what was coming and they knew it was going to be amazing, and all I had was this blank feeling because even though I had seen music videos and seen reviews of gigs, I had no idea what I was in for.
But then the support band walked on stage and by the time Muse took over I was fan-girling harder than anyone, jumping up and down and singing the lyrics with the rest of the crowd.
So I'm just waiting for that feeling again, when the trip stops just being this idea in my mind and gets real, and I get to start feeling all that excitement that is the reason that I'm doing this in the first place.
