I am excited, scared, and all of the feelings you feel when you are about to go to a brand new place all by yourself. What is that feeling I wonder? It is like someone just take all of the feelings in the world, put them in a pot, bring it up to a boil and mix them together. Put in a bowl and serve. Add some spring onions like we Asians love. And that is the feeling I am feeling.
The everything feeling.
It took me a long time to come up with the title of this blog. I wanna thank my lucky stars that allowed me to stumble across this nice little word that I do not know the origin. I just like the sound and the meaning of it. It is me. Kind of.
I am happy.
I guess?
I want to thank my parents for sponsoring me for this trip (I feel really guilty because I should) and my boyfriend for supporting and comforting me when I had a crisis and cried about this trip (It was really stupid and I was making zero sense but he was really patient with me so it's nice. He's nice. I'm glad.) I want to thank my German lecturer too for giving me loads of tips on surviving in Europe (She's the one that introduced to us this summer course in Germany too) oh and did I mention it is a short spontaneous solo trip before my one-month intensive German course in Düsseldorf? No? Oh well. Now I mentioned.
Nice.
Nett.
Solo travel is such a big deal to everyone that I told. They are like,
"Alone? You? A girl??!!"
Yeah. Alone. Me. A girl. Mind blown yet? Like I mentioned above, I am feeling all kind of things. But like some famous philosopher said (actually just my boyfriend) "think about all of the things that could go right instead of the things that could go wrong" and I was like 'that is some damn good philosophy, thanks god'. Yeah it did make me less panicky and nervous. When you're scared you are just willing to believe in everything. I told some people about my nightmare that I died in a plane crash and since then I have been very afraid and anxious about planes. Like my last trip to Thailand I was hoping and praying the whole time. I almost peed myself when it hit some turbulence cos I was just so scared. My nightmare was so real. And now I have to endure a 10+ hour flight, which I guarantee you that it would just make me panic like hell, but only on the inside tho cos I am stealthy like that.
Haha.
So I will be landing in London, and then slowly make my way to Paris, Amsterdam, and then end up in Düsseldorf where I will be learning. Aww yiss knowledge is power, power is knowledge. I just hope that this one month will be memorable, and a way of 'finding myself' like all those travel bloggers/ vloggers always said. I have yet to find out what that means, but I am keen to. I do need to find myself, I don't know where I have been, must be in the Bermuda Triangle or something cos that bitch be trippin'.
Anyways.
I hope I will be fine. Go and come back safe. Give some stories to my parents to tell (boast) their friends about. Gain experience. Learn new things. Eat new food. Take that Eiffel Tower selfie to rub it in people's face (hah). Which reminds me I have to learn some simple French and Dutch (I know I said French is nonsense with all its letters that you don't pronounce and stupid method of counting but now it's time that I suck it up and learn it. Knowledge is power, power is knowledge. Never hurts to learn a new language, no?)
Fist bump,
Delilah
