Oops, I Did it Again
I'm not quite sure how it happens. Or more to the point, why it happens. I just know that it happens. Often.Yep. I bought tickets. To Italy. Two weeks in Italy. I'm a little nervous and a whole lot excited. I know a bit of what to expect, having travelled solo before. I know that there will be moments of panic; that I'll get lonely towards the end of the trip; that I'll feel dirty and long for my own shower and clean clothes. That I'll probably feel a bit sad that I'm travelling alone.
I know that I'll love the people-watching and the feeling of freedom. That I'll love the ability to set my own schedule. I'll love the sense of pride in myself that I'll have, and how every little demon that haunts me will either seem so far away or so insignificant as to not matter.
November 2nd, baby. Now I just gotta find a couple places to stay.
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