Two weeks from today, I leave on one of
the most anticipated trips of my life.
With a 30L pack on my back I will be flying solo over to Europe to
backpack the continent plus some. Many have asked if I will be documenting my
travels, so, in addition to a journal, I will be blogging periodically to
update whomever wants to read.
I guess I’ll start with where the idea
all began. In July 2011, I ventured over to the land down under to study abroad
in Wollongong, Australia for six months. Living and being on the other side of
the world truly changes your perspective on life. I met people I never dreamed of meeting,
partook in activities that only seemed possible in films, and left with more
knowledge about that part of the globe than any classroom could ever teach
me. I spent my entire life savings up to
that point on discovering the outback, scuba diving the Great Barrier Reef, and
drinking with friends at one of the most famous horse races in the world. I was also fortunate enough to veer off into
Indonesia and New Zealand to see more of the different cultures that make up
our world.
Upon return, I contracted something no
doctor could cure. This travel bug was imbedded in my system, and I knew I had
to continue to explore more.
Immediately, I picked up as many shifts as I could at work, my
style switched to sports bras and under armor, and my new form of weekend
entertainment was watching movies at home with my cat. Traveling was the only
thought I had in mind, and college graduation was the only thing standing in my
way.
I talked about it for months and I gathered that no one
really thought I was serious.
“You’re going alone?”
“Have you seen Taken?”
“What about a job?”
“When are you coming back?”
Were all common questions.
Well please…bore someone else with your questions (Devil Wears Prada
anyone.) Yes, I will be doing a majority of the trip alone. I have seen Taken. I
have my whole life to get a job and slave my life away. I come back when the
money runs out, and then I save up again and possibly start traveling again.
I finally bought my one-way ticket to fly into my starting
point (Iceland) back in January.
However, it still didn’t seem real.
So why am I writing this initial blog post now? I haven’t left yet, and I have been stuck in
my home state of Michigan since graduating from UNCW May 11th. Perhaps because now, I truly feel this whole endeavor
is finally coming together. All my
belongings are sold, I have the beginnings of my route planned, and I just
purchased a 3 month unlimited rail pass for Europe. Despite societies disproval, watching my
newly graduated friends land jobs, and the possibility of danger, this trip is
happening.
So lastly, before I start this journey I want to express why
I am doing this. I don’t have a return
ticket, I don’t have an unlimited bank account, and I know the dangers of
traveling as a woman alone in some areas of the world.
First, the way we live life.
The materialistic culture of our generation, the view that more is
better…I hate it. Admittingly, I am a
complete offender – I utilize my iPhone, MacBook, and shoes just as much as the
next person. However, there is more to
life than what we own. Last week I sold
my 2007 Mustang and to say that I was in love with it is an understatement. However, it was a luxury - Not a necessity.
The selling of all my belongings has been relieving. There is less clutter to worry about and more
money for experiences with people and places, the things that truly matter in
life. When you are on your deathbed,
will you think about your possessions or the life and legacy you lived? I think
the latter is true for anyone.
Secondly, I stressed myself out during the never-ending six-year
college streak. I constantly overloaded my semesters with classes I didn’t even
need and worked every single Friday, Saturday, and Sunday waiting tables. In many countries it is normal for students
to take gap years between high school and college and take a break. Americans dive straight into it, then upon
college graduation we immediately strive for that perfect full time job. When
will we stop working? We have our whole lives to work and not enough time to
enjoy the greatest gift we are given – life.
Going off my second point. When other time could possibly be
best to do this? We have all heard it.
“I want to be married by 25, and have 2 kids and a fenced in yard by 27.” Nope. Wrong. Not for me. Right now the only “child”
I have is a black demon kitty. Once you
are married and have children it becomes harder and more difficult to do the
things you may want to accomplish in life.
I am not saying these are bad things, they are just not for me right
now, and before I give that way of life the chance to happen, I need to see
what the world has to offer.
People keep telling me “Oh you’re so lucky,” or “I’m so
jealous.” I believe that this is
something anyone can do with the right desires and dedication. As it comes down to the final weeks before
departure I feel that I have prepared as much as I can, however, I know that it
is not enough. Some challenges or plans
I will just have to figure out on the way.
I’m already predicting getting off the plane during the early hours of June
28th, and thinking “What the hell am I doing?” But that is the
adventure in the game, and I’m ready to play.
