I am not a big worrier. I just don’t tend to dwell on the “what-ifs” for too long. Nevertheless, as I have considered, brainstormed, planned, and made arrangements for this trip, some scary travel thoughts have popped up here and there. Here are a few:
- What if people don’t want to work with me while I’m traveling?
- What if I run out of work?
- What if everything costs more than I expect?
- What if I just think I’m an adventurous traveler, but really, I’m just a homebody?
- What if all I can afford is a hostel or other cheap stuff? Will I really be open to that type of situation or am I just fooling myself?
- What if I get there and I just want to come home?
- What if I get there and I NEVER want to come home?
- What if I take too much stuff?
- What if I don’t take enough stuff?
- What if I have to sit next to smelly or rude or talkative or pushy people on the trains, planes, and buses?
- What if I can’t find non-smokers or non-drinkers to hang out with?
- What if I have to haggle over prices?
- What if I have to do the double kissing thing?
I pretty much laughed at myself five minutes after each of these thoughts and came to the same conclusion I usually do . . . Oh well, I’ll handle it.