The Times, They Are A Changin...

Sunday, February 01, 2009
I'm not a big Bob Dylan fan but his words seemed pretty appropriate. I decided this morning to count the days until my trip rather than the weeks. When I look at the counter at the top of my blog and it reads one month, 2 weeks, etc., it seems far away. However, when I counted the number of sleeps left until take off? I was a bit shocked by how close it suddenly became.

45 sleeps

Yep, that's all that's left until I leave. While I've been a bit excited up until now, that number caused butterflies in my stomach and a knot that won't leave. It's happening. Without doubt, it's happening. I'm going to be a world traveller. Me. Captain Karen. Chubby girl from small town Canada who thought going to Disneyland without her parents at the age of 18 was adventurous is about to venture out into the big wide world.

I am suddenly scared shitless

Not exactly sure why but there you go. What is there to be afraid of? Flying? No, I've done that by myself before. Taking local transit? I should be fine - if in doubt, I can ask for directions. Having enough money? Well, yes, that's a concern but I'm not planning on buying a ton of souvenirs and I don't have to eat fancy food every day I'm there. That's what grocery stores are for. Getting mugged, murdered or mutilated? Considering the amount of violent crime in our small city, London should be a piece of cake. No, I think it's because deep down, I never ever thought that I would actually travel. We all have dreams of seeing the world, having great adventures, and meeting fascinating people but how many people actually do it?

Between my fabulous blog friends, they have covered the four corners of the planet and there seem to be a number of my coworkers who will be jetting off to warm climates in the next few weeks. Even the other members of my own family have travelled the globe: my favourite Aunt regularly travels the world for business and pleasure (she's some high-fallutin' vice-president type), my father crossed the equater numerous times during his younger days in the military, Big Brother was married in Thailand, and the Admiral visited Scotland and Wales back when she was married to the Wee Willy. And yet, these folks number among the minority. The majority of my friends, family and coworkers have barely ventured out of their own backyard. While I'm hardly a trail blazer, I feel like I'm about to become a member of an exclusive club. And no, I'm not talking about the Mile High Club....

3 comments:

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You are never going to look back. Who knows, you may even consider membership into the MHC.

tweetey30 said...

I want to go with you to get away.... But have fun and enjoy every minute of your trip. I want to travel some day too but I want my house paid off more than it is..

Milla said...

Ah, maybe you are nervous because you began planning this too long ago. What I mean is that by planning so far in advance, you've been giving yourself too much time to think about things...

Come over, enjoy it, enjoy the ride. And you KNOW that if you have any problems when you are in London, you have people you can rely on, don't you?

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