It’s been a dream of mine since I was a child to travel to Europe. Today, 36 years into my life, I’m finally traveling to the land of accents. Ok, maybe it’s not the land, but I’m just to want to talk to everyone there and swoon hopelessly over their accents. It’s not just their language that fascinates me, it’s the rich history, the art, the culture and the architecture. I absolutely cannot wait to just exist, however quickly and temporary, in that setting. 


This is also my first solo international trip. Am I scared? Absolutely. Am I nervous? Fuck yeah. Am I excited? Damn right. I used to pride myself in the statement, “I’m not scared of anything.” How foolish and adolescent that mentality was. I’m scared of a lot of things, most of it residing in being submersed in my own independence and not drowning from it. I hate being alone, doing things by myself and socializing. But, it’s been my work in therapy for the last 8 months and it’s amazing the amount of growth one can go through when you make the effort to face your fears. 

Flight from EWR to LHR

Flight from EWR to LHR

So, here goes nothing. The beginning of my journey, not just with this trip, but the beginning to a brand new chapter of my life. I can’t wait to write it.