How terrifying and simultaneously exciting is the idea of travelling alone into the wide world for the first time? I moved out of home when I was 18, interstate and across a (small) ocean. But this lonesome travelling is going to be a whole new kettle of fish.
I find it hard enough to make decisions when I'm in my comfort zone. It took me three weeks to decide which travel pack to buy. I still haven't decided what walking shoes to get (although Merrell is looking high up on the list).
The whole idea of deciding what to take and somehow managing to fit it all in the tiny pack I've procured (tiny on account of the fact that I'm tiny myself and can't carry anything heavier. dammit. what happened to "No shoe gets left behind"!!!) is so intense that I've put it off. I was going to do it tomorrow but I just made plans. Maybe wednesday night...we'll see.
Not to mention I am leaving my family, friends and boyfriend behind and I'm not sure when I'll be back.
I didn't ever plan to travel alone. And now I am. And I'm sure it will be fine and awesome and fantastic and I'll learn strengths and weeknesses I never knew I had. But knowing all that doesn't change the fact that I can't decide whether to be jumping-bean excited or vomit-inducing terrified!
