Day 1 (43 days ago). I won’t get into this melodramatic first phase of my trip because, well, it’s depressing. But I would like to say this to the people I had to leave: You like to think it’s harder for you because you stayed behind, but, trust me, it’s harder for me because you stayed behind.
The next phase of my trip is a series of those three things:
- Stupendously inevitable fails
I failed so many times. I could almost hear God himself from above, looking down at me and wisely saying: tsk, tsk, tsk. In a very spiritual/Eat, Pray, Love kind of way, I had my first conversation with God.
God: WTF are you doing?
Me: I’m trying to travel, all right?
God: The hell were you thinking, planning everything ahead?
Me: Idk, I just thought—I just—I love plans, all right? I’m a list freak.
God: Girl, you’re embarrassing the real wanderlusts out there.
Me: I’m really trying.
God: Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Okay. I just made up this one-on-one with God, but it cannot be emphasized enough how every plan that I had made just spectacularly failed. If you think you’re about to read a life-changing journey filled with emotion and valuable lessons, I suggest you watch THIS instead. If you’d rather postpone the life-changing experience and are in for some hard-core rambling, here goes nothing….