Into the City

So today my new adventure starts again. Today I am an official 'Backpacker'. No need for a suitcase now, everything I'm supposedly going to need is fitting into my Tardis-like Rucksack. I've even packed my straighteners.

It seems after my episode yesterday 'Day One off the Hill' I am now incapable of leaving behind the 'luxuries'. I actually think I've done well, given that I am packing for four days in a city that literally has four seasons in a day. So much so I may have been a little hasty to wave goodbye to the snow when I did on Tuesday night.

But I am so excited to be doing this on my own. Getting on a train, travelling across two states in one day and then trying to find my hostel in a huge city I've never been to. I'm not even quite sure what I expect this place to look like. The place I'm in now is supposed to be a city. And it's nothing like what I would have thought. But I'm happy because this is my adventure. I do have two amazing friends there to help me, sightseeing, shopping and probably drinking (did I hear cocktails in the city!?)

But what gets me is that for the second time since I decided to pack up for a year and begin my travels, somebody has asked me if I'm nervous about it. Well, I'm not really. I'm excited. Yes of course it's something a bit scary, leaving what you know and just throwing yourself into the unknown, but I'm the one who decided to do it. Nobody pushed me into this. I booked the flights, I packed my case (actually that one did take some pushing... Thanks Miss W ;) ). But it was ultimately my choice. Maybe because I sort of know where I'm going and where I'm heading I don't need to feel nerves. Nerves only come with a fear of the unknown.

Maybe these people just have some fears of their own that they are trying to put across. Maybe they were even just trying to find some common ground with me during a conversation. I don't know what it is. I just feel like it's not such a big deal to do all these things anymore.
The big deal is all the things I've seen and done. In all honesty I could come to a new country and stay in a hotel room for 365 days.
There is no fun in that.

Today is the day I spread my wings. Today is the day I am independant again. By this evening, I could well be a sniveling wreck but I don't know that yet. Even though I do still feel a little like Bambi trying to walk, it's all part of the learning curve. But it is not the time for nerves. Only for opening your eyes, seeing all there is and taking everything in.

Otherwise how on earth will I ever be able to run?