I am probably the biggest worry wart you'll ever meet. So going on a trip to a non-English speaking country for the first time by myself is like a field day of emotional distress. I don't worry about the larger details. No, because that would be understandable right?
Instead, I worry about the tiniest, the most implausible, and insignificant details possible. Like, what if I accidentally packed medicine that's illegal in Japan (despite the fact that I've meticulously checked and re-checked the list)? What if I get stranded in another country? What if I forget all my Japanese and make a fool of myself? What will happen if I run out of deodorant?
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| There's nothing like calling home to tell your mom you got busted for smuggling Tylenol Cold. |
Here's the thing, traveling is frightening. Maybe not the act itself but all the "what ifs" and possibilities it brings. I've always admired those travelers who can just spontaneously, with little planning go out into the world and enjoy it. Heck, I need a plan just to go to the supermarket! But this is why I decided to go to Japan, to face this fear and open myself to spontaneity. Now I'm not saying I'm going to be jumping on the next impromptu backpacking adventure. Let me first get through my neatly planned to the tee Japan trip!
-Danya
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