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I'm doing that weird thing now where I get anxious about traveling and briefly consider canceling everything if not for the amount of money I've already dumped into this trip.
Not that I don't want to go. I'm super-excited about it. But I get terribly anxious about travel in general. I literally made myself sick last night thinking about it. And when I went to bed early, there was this annoying pain in my chest/back and I was like... yup... welcome back, anxiety.
It's worse now because I'm the one planning everything, and I'm no good with that. At least my sister will be with me-she's, like, an expert travler-but it doesn't change the fact that I'm a homebody.
A homebody who wants to see the world. This is an awkward combination.
Not that I don't want to go. I'm super-excited about it. But I get terribly anxious about travel in general. I literally made myself sick last night thinking about it. And when I went to bed early, there was this annoying pain in my chest/back and I was like... yup... welcome back, anxiety.
It's worse now because I'm the one planning everything, and I'm no good with that. At least my sister will be with me-she's, like, an expert travler-but it doesn't change the fact that I'm a homebody.
A homebody who wants to see the world. This is an awkward combination.