50

Here it is…the final count down! AAAHHHHHH!!!

It’s crazy to think that this was something I was dreaming about doing a year ago, and now it’s a reality, coming in hot. It’s been a tough road of trying to figure out how to do this and what would happen. I’ll be honest, I’m still up some nights wondering if I’m crazy for doing this or not. I’ve just sort of accepted that it is pretty crazy, but I don’t regret any of it. Some days, I’m more overcome with nerves and fears of what will happen when I’m away. Other days, I’m so excited I can’t contain it.

I leave in 50 days (OH MY GOD) from Toronto to Reykjavik, Iceland. I’ve never really had an urge to go to Iceland until I figured out that it was cheap to fly there, and it was on the way to Scotland. Now that I am going there, I’m really pumped for it. I keep reading things about how beautiful it is there and how kind the people are. I’m only spending a couple days there but I’m really excited to go there and experience it all. I’m weirdly excited to go see the place where the two tectonic plates (North American and Eurasian) meet…my nerdy tendencies are not going away any time soon.

After Iceland, I’ll go to Scotland to see two of my best friends tie the knot. Then back to my favorite place in the world, London, before going onto mainland Europe. I am going to some familiar places, like London, that I’ve been to at least once before, but I’m also going to so many new places that I think it balances out. Plus, even though I have been to London three times already, including the five months I was there for my semester abroad, I always find something new there.

One of the biggest challenges I’ve faced so far is the reactions people have when I tell them about my travel plans. I have had some amazing reactions with people telling me they are supporting me all the way, but I’ve also had some really negative ones. The most common question I get is “Are you scared? I mean with everything going on over there…” and that concerned look that has a lot of judgement behind it.

To put it simply, I’m nervous, not scared. Believe me, I am more aware of what is happening in the world than people realize, but I can’t let that stop me. I think that if you live a life without taking risks, you aren’t really living. I’ve been talking to other long term travels and they have the same experiences, but they all have told me that the supportive people are the ones to focus on. They believe in you and are so proud of what you’re doing for yourself that you start to forget the negative comments.

So I’m putting the negative reactions and my nerves aside and diving in head first. I might throw up before I get on the plane, but it’ll be fine. I’m so thankful for all the people who are supporting me and cheering me on from all over the world, and I’m so proud of myself for not flaking out like I normally would. This might be the only chance I have to do something like this or go to these places so I’m going to take advantage of it.

Wish me luck!