i've never been overseas (1) after more than two decades of longing, it's about time; and 2) hence, the two+ year save-a-thon) and i've never been away from work for more than two or three consecutive work days. so, while i am overflowing with excitement about my impending adventure, i also wake up in the middle of the night riddled with anxiety about the most ridiculous things (e.g. getting lost and never finding my way to where i want/need to be; not finding a public restroom in time; losing my passport; getting mugged by gypsies; looking like a forlorn american ... (though, the latter is likely a given; also, note the lack of anxiety about taking a three week vacation from work)). cognitively, i know i am ridiculous, but still ... i worry.
fortunately, i know enough people who have traveled a similar path, none of whom have been reluctant to help me prepare. to me, this is no small thing.
as most know, i am traveling alone. and, i have to say: i am always surprised when people comment on the "bravery" of such a thing because i don't feel brave. instead, i feel like i am a late bloomer, as scores and scores and scores of people travel abroad alone, many of whom do so at ages much younger than mine. so, at nearly 40, i say, again: it's about time.
i created this space as a means to keep track of my comings and goings whilst i am away ... and also as a means to let those who care about me (e.g. my mom and dad) know that i have not taken up with the gypsies to avoid being mugged. now, i look forward to the gentle (and speedy) passing of the next 46 days ...
