
So, I am less than 5 days away from taking my first trip to Europe. I am not really sure how I feel about this, and can't help but think that if I had done some of this traveling earlier in my life, that I wouldn't feel so apprehensive about taking this trip. But alas, here I am 4+ days out and trying to pack and prevent myself from breaking out into hives (its happened twice this week).
Why am I scared? I don't know. Is it financial? Maybe, but I don't think that's entirely it. I think that it has a lot to do with pushing myself further (at least geographically) than I ever thought I could go. The only thing I can compare this to is to when I moved to Chicago. But even then, I had a fainting episode in Ghiradelli Square, so I am pretty sure that my coping abilities have not really improved over the past few years.
I am really trying to get myself to a place where I can actually enjoy the experience, if I even know how. I am traveling with some amazing friends, but I can't help but think that I shouldn't be doing this. Do I deserve to go? Should I really be working? Buying the computer, couch, chair that I really want instead of staying in hotels in Europe, eating foods that are beyond my points level, and mainly not being as responsible as I should be. Or is it that I don't cut myself enough slack in my life to relax and have a good time?
Whatever this feeling is, it doesn't really matter because I will soon be on that airplane heading to a place I've never been before.