So, we are less than one week from the start of our RTW trip and I have a confession: I’m nervous. It is hard for me to pinpoint exactly why I’m nervous, but I am. I’ve never traveled in this way before—we will be gone for almost four months and much of that time is unplanned. Yes, we have hotels booked for each city we fly into, that way we have a place to go from the airport, but after that who knows what we’ll see and do? That is awesome. That is exactly how we want it to be. However, I think that is also what is causing some trepidation.
I think it is inevitable that there will be days when we don’t know where we will be laying our head that night. What happens when it is 9:00 PM and we still don’t have a place to stay? Can I handle that lack of predictability? Will I end up getting upset and will Phil and I end up fighting because of my discomfort with the situation? I imagine when this happens we will end up having to stay in some real fleabag motels or we will end up shelling out too much money and staying in a far nicer place than we planned. Ultimately none of this really matters—no matter what, everything will work out fine, and if it isn’t all smooth sailing, well it will make for a great memory. Intellectually, I know this is true. However, I think I won’t fully understand it until we actually begin our journey and have these types of experiences.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited for our trip. We have been planning and talking about it for so long and it is finally here! There is just so much that is unknown—I guess it is natural to be a little nervous. Hopefully when I’m drinking my first Steinlager beer in New Zealand, I will take a deep breath, toast to my husband, and my nerves will melt away.