Time for a venting.
As I’ve said before, I’m wingin’ it. I moved to Germany not knowing how long I would be here, what I would do here, or where I wanted to be by the end of it. For someone who craves order and control, that’s asking a lot. Having a home in Germany (thank you, brother) has given me a sense of stability and security while allowing me to feed my wanderlust; 4-day trips to Barcelona, day trips to France, town hopping in Germany. Now, just 3 weeks in, I want more. I want week long excursions through France and England. Tours of Austria and Switzerland. Maybe even a stint in Asia somewhere. And man do I wish I had my best friends to do it with.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve finally gotten a taste of what I could do and I’m craving more. Or maybe it’s because I’ve splurged into the online travel community and have been inspired by others’ exciting-packed adventures. Compared to a lot of these seasoned travelers, I’m little league.
Right around 10am this morning, I reached that stage where I over-think something that suffocates under thought; my typical modus operandi.. What do I want out of this? Do I have the means to change my plan? Can I do this all alone? Will I regret not making the right decision? And on and on…
I do know one thing for sure. If I sit around much longer trying to figure out what I want to do instead of doing it, I’ll have huge regret. I’ve wasted so much time in my life for no good reasons and I refuse to let that happen. Not here, not now, and not ever again.
Easier said than done, of course.
Posted on March 11, 2011
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