Today I embark on my month of backpacking. My first leg is in Vienna. Writing this on my first train of three before the plane, I’m feeling all the feelings. I’m beyond excited for this trip. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I’m beyond thankful I’m able to do this.
With that being said, I’m also freaking out.
Nerves are normal. I’ve experienced and written about them before. But they always seem to have their own unique twists.
I had different nerves when I worked in Israel than when I came to study here in England. I had different nerves when I came to study here in England than I do now leaving for this solo exploration.
I’ve learned that nerves are not only normal but also good to have. They keep you on alert when you need it most.
Traveling by myself, being a woman, is scary enough as it is. I wish it wasn’t the case that being a woman puts me at more risk but I’m not naive to that fact. I use it to stay alert and keep my spidey senses on an all-time high.
The good part about all these feelings is that, as I’m on this train gazing out the window, watching England’s countryside fly past me, the excitement is pushing its way though all other feelings.
All I’ve ever wanted to do is see the world. And that’s exactly what I’m doing.