Soon I’m about to drop the C for an A. 3 days till I hop a flight down under, to the land of cyclones, floods and everything that moves being poisonous. None of that scares me, what scares me most though? I’ve sold off everything I own, managing to involve nearly everyone I know in the process. It’s so important that this trip supplies them with what they hope for from it. I’m most afraid of disappointment.
I have to keep reminding myself this is for shear enjoyment. To those who keep asking? I know it’s impossible. I know my goal is practically pointless to pick, yet here we go, days away, spending a year challenging myself. I had much more to say here, but having a lot of trouble expressing myself lately.