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.