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I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t scared shitless. I completely am. Tomorrow afternoon begins my new life in Europe. My adventure to finding my inspiration again. I mean, that’s what I saved up for, a plane ticket I booked 9 months in advance to a country I’ve never been. But there has been hiccups along the way. 
What started out as a trip strictly to Italy, turned into a cross country trip through the United Kingdom. Two months in London, a month in Scotland, and well, you never know. I’ve added a lot of countries and cities to visit over the course of this year and the beginning of next year. Tomorrow i’ll be flying to Venice, Italy and spending the day with my lovely friend and then taking the next day flight to London, riding on a night bus, and calling central london my new home. I’m doing this alone, and with no means of communication or help from anyone else. I know i’ll be fine. My parents know i’ll be fine. But still, a little side of me is nervous. If I do get through this adventure with only little bumps in the road and being able to handle it like an adult, I will be proud of myself. I’ll probably feel like a superhero. Then again, I could just completely face plant this situation and fuck something up. Here’s hoping it won’t be the latter. 
I’m excited though. I won’t be spending Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and my birthday around family or friends. It will hit hard, but I need this. I craved the journey and I need to find myself again. I needed to put myself in this situation, to see if can fly on my own, no more safety net. With the down, there comes a lot of up’s. I mean, I’m going to be in London! Scotland! Ireland! and who knows where else. I’m going to have an amazing time taking pictures, drinking tea, riding through the countryside, and exploring every inch that I possibly can. So i’m holding my breath, and leaping. I might land on the rocks, I might soar. You never know with me. 
Can you believe it guys? Tomorrow I get to call London, my home. 
(also lets cross our fingers that I won’t die, get kidnapped, murdered, or anything dangerous) 

I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t scared shitless. I completely am. Tomorrow afternoon begins my new life in Europe. My adventure to finding my inspiration again. I mean, that’s what I saved up for, a plane ticket I booked 9 months in advance to a country I’ve never been. But there has been hiccups along the way. 

What started out as a trip strictly to Italy, turned into a cross country trip through the United Kingdom. Two months in London, a month in Scotland, and well, you never know. I’ve added a lot of countries and cities to visit over the course of this year and the beginning of next year. Tomorrow i’ll be flying to Venice, Italy and spending the day with my lovely friend and then taking the next day flight to London, riding on a night bus, and calling central london my new home. I’m doing this alone, and with no means of communication or help from anyone else. I know i’ll be fine. My parents know i’ll be fine. But still, a little side of me is nervous. If I do get through this adventure with only little bumps in the road and being able to handle it like an adult, I will be proud of myself. I’ll probably feel like a superhero. Then again, I could just completely face plant this situation and fuck something up. Here’s hoping it won’t be the latter. 

I’m excited though. I won’t be spending Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and my birthday around family or friends. It will hit hard, but I need this. I craved the journey and I need to find myself again. I needed to put myself in this situation, to see if can fly on my own, no more safety net. With the down, there comes a lot of up’s. I mean, I’m going to be in London! Scotland! Ireland! and who knows where else. I’m going to have an amazing time taking pictures, drinking tea, riding through the countryside, and exploring every inch that I possibly can. So i’m holding my breath, and leaping. I might land on the rocks, I might soar. You never know with me. 

Can you believe it guys? Tomorrow I get to call London, my home. 

(also lets cross our fingers that I won’t die, get kidnapped, murdered, or anything dangerous) 

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  10. walter-mitty said: Welcome to Blighty my dear, I hope you enjoy living here.
  11. freemug said: I live in central London with my girlfriend. Seriously, if you ever need a hand, please let me know via my ‘ask me anything’ feature. You’re going to have a great time! :) Will
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  13. tragicamente said: if you ever need a coffee or something in London, get in contact :)
  14. integer27 said: Im sooo fucking excited for you, this is the best idea ever. you have balls!!! :) yay for balls.
  15. manuelte said: We’ll be following your every exploit on the web. Best of luck in the ‘Old World’.

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