And it is really hard for some of us to get out there into the great big world. I’m trying, though. I am trying to get ready for an international trip for which I have been saving for two years, and it is boggling my mind. I began the process, and it is not my first overseas trip, in November of last year. That is when the dates were chosen.
In January, I got my visa, and I bought the appropriate sized luggage and back-pack for carry-on travel. I am not a fan of carry-on. I don’t like the idea of dragging my bags into the restroom stall with me, for one, and heaving the suitcase up into the overhead compartment is a nightmare. But I was ready, and therefore willing. I was ready for the adventure. I even thought about what clothes to pack.
In February, I began firming up dates, reserving flights, deciding to visit family and friends to and from, since I am going to be on that side of the country, anyway. Then, I began contacting said family and friends to ask if my visit would be convenient and accepted, and gathering papers. I made copies, front and back of passport, credit cards, photo identification, and the picture of my favorite socks. Just kidding about the socks. I arranged for sitters for my pets. I thought about what clothes to pack.
Now it is March. I have finished confirming seats on all my fights, all four of them. I have ordered foreign money, notified my credit cards of travel days, reserved a hotel for crashing so that upon my return I can rest and try to catch up with time changes before going on to my next destination. It seems I am not only going to world travel, I am going to time travel as well. I will be returning to the U.S. before I have left my overseas country. I know. As I said, mind-boggling. I set up my phone for overseas use. I put the mail, paper, and TV cable on hold. I firmed up dates and times of arrival and airport pick ups. I notified the school not to call me to substitute, and let my tutoring families know I would be away. I thought about what clothes to pack.
My big adventure is just around the corner. I am going to love every minute, even the carry-on bags in the restroom stall with me. Getting ready is a pain in the ass. Going is a dream. I love living the dream. Now, I just have to figure out what clothes to pack.