So I am going to go to Europe. Not for a while though. In January. The last two days I have been gettin pretty exicited about it. I bought some clothes today. Cold whether clothes because there are parts of Europe that are fucking freezing in January. This seems exciting to me too. I hate the cold, but for some reason, havign to live on the street, and walk around in it is something that I want to do, maybe because I never have. I have had some fears about the trip too. Socializing is not easy for me, so I wonder how I will do with people from another country, in their country. Maybe I wont even do that much socializing, or maybe i will just do it when I feel good. Maybe I will be hated in another country. Maybe they will like my additude, maybe both. There is just so much not to know that it is scary, but knowing that I don't know is what is relaxing me. There are so many different things that could happen to me, so I had just better not contemplate them.
Still I cant complain about contemplaiting, because that is what is getting me siched. I want to pack light. Live from a relitivley light bag, because I wont be taking it off to much so it had better not be too big, and becuase I am a pack rat. You know those girls who take way to much shit on vacation. Some clothes, two pairs of shoes, five books that i don't even read one of. Just in case shit. I will regret that after about two days of packing it around.
I am real happy to get good clothes, light warm, high quality ones. I may want to do some back-packing when I get back. Maybe I will be in the ruiens of acient south american civilations next year. Or sleeping on the pacific crest trail. Or, who knows? Why even contemplaite it, because who knows what will happen.
Well I guess that is it, for now, but hey it is good to be excited for a change, excited enough that i am not afraid of my fear.
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