Today I join the ranks of a thousand rich, self important youths who blog about their trip around the world and how amazing it all is. On October 3rd I will leave the US, traveling to South East Asia, Australia, and South America for a total of 8 months. Sorry, I wish you could come, too. But, rather obviously, I haven't left yet. But I am in the panicky throws of pseudo- preparation, of which I'll spare you the details (we've all been there before, it's not pretty.)
I am, however, uniquely homeless, a tactic that I have used before in an effort to save money for the trip. Despite the generosity of those closest to me (thank you thank you thank you!), it is not very pleasant to both go to work and live out of a suitcase, so I am itching to hit the road. And adding to that unpleasantness, I'm pretty stressed. I worry about all the bad stuff that could happen, the loneliness of being split away from my life here, and how different and maladjusted I might be when I get back. Am I ready for this? 8 months is a long time in the life of someone who is just 23. But really, I have to keep telling myself that, yes or no, being ready for it isn't the point. This adventure, the point of this whole shebang is to change, learn, grow, and I guess grow up.... or at least to be on vacation for 8 months. Hell yeah.
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