– Neil Gaiman
I've been in hiding from writing in this blog even though I love to write. Why? Because, sometimes, it is difficult to show too much of myself. I've found that although, I love yoga/meditation, that I have been avoiding my daily practice because of what it unearths. But, I'm slowly getting back into the saddle and working on the erasure of fear of myself and fear of sharing with you.
I'm writing this in the Dulles airport on my way to my absolutely amazing three week trip to Europe. This trip has been planned since November and I can't believe that it is already time for this adventure. I truly couldn't be more excited about it. This trip has a lot of significance for me and I think it will aide with the last bit of healing that my heart has to do after last year's breakup.
The trip itself is such an undertaking. I've longed to do something like this for some time. I still would love to take a sabbatical from work and travel the world for a year. Wouldn't that be absolutely incredible? Until then, I will continue to experience it in bite sized chunks. I'm, for all intents and purposes, traveling solo but linking with friends and loved ones in each city along the way. It also seems that, thanks to the Couchsurfing app that I will also be making some friends of strangers. (More on that later!)
Each day closer to my departure has had me feeling like a child on Christmas Eve. There has been so much build up to this. I even took the time to pack efficiently *gasp*. If you know me at all, you know that I am a notorious late and over packer. No longer! I bought a new suitcase just for the occasion-- this bad boy. Taking a page out of Tim Ferris' book after recently reading a blog entry of his, from which I borrowed the above quote, I stumbled upon another entry that recommended only bringing a carry on size suitcase. I'm cheating and bringing a backpack and checking my bag because I'm not trying to be that Spartan. (A girl's gotta be comfy and look adorbes during all this traveling.) I took it as a challenge to myself to see if I could manage to prioritize and pack a suitcase of this size. Most notably, I had flashbacks to many international trips lugging around my big, polka dotted suitcase. (The time when the wheel was no longer wheel shaped after being ravaged by the streets of Venice, Italy immediately comes to mind. It was like dragging a 45 lb child that decided to become dead weight in protest to not being able to get a toy at at Target...) I was not going to be doing all of that on this trip when I had so many transfers and flights. I have to be pretty nimble as some of my stays only last two days. I was pretty proud of myself for being able to pack everything I needed. And, worst case, I will be able to either buy more things and/or do some laundry when I'm staying with friends.
I have a flight to London and then another to Edinburgh. My first flight was delayed by an hour and forty minutes, which would have caused me to miss my connection to Edinburgh. Thankfully, I caught it early enough and was able to get a later connection to Edinburgh.
Ok, on to the tea spillage: About a week ago, I received a message on the Couchsurfing app from a Scottish gent on there. It started with a simple hello. Then, he complimented me and told me that I've pretty. I thanked him and heard nothing for two days. Then, he reached out again to tell me we should go on a date. Since my bestie, Nicole, is meeting me in Scotland, I politely declined but invited him to meet us for drinks. He quickly escalated to sexy talk. I shut that shite down and he has since returned to normal levels of human interaction. We've since been chatting online and he sends me voice memos that are EVERYTHING because of that Glasgow Scottish accent of him. THE best. He is a character and I'm hoping that he's fun and not a complete weirdo or psycho murder. One can never been too sure. I'm at about 51/49 chance of him being a good guy versus a serial killer. I've also gotten invites to be hosted from others and to meet up in France and Italy, so far. It has been all very amusing and ego boosting. Also, a little bit concerning that it has only been men wanting to host me and then wondering if Couchsurfing is secretly an unspoken dating app... hmmm.... More on all of this as it unfolds.
It's getting close to boarding time and I'm going to veg out and take a ZZZquil so I can knock myself the hell out. Pray that there are no crying wee ones on this flight. I had a few on a recent work trip and I was like LORD, if that isn't an effective deterrent for having no kids, I'm not sure what is. (I still luh the kids. Don't worry. But, I might just stick to snuggling the ones that aren't mine.)
Here's to making new friends, self discovery, and exposing just a bit more of my heart each day.