I decided to write one last entry before heading to the airport this evening. My room at my sister's house is all cleared out, my bags are packed, and I watched all of the NCIS and Law and Order episodes that I had recorded on my sister's DVR. It looks like there is nothing to do now but get on the plane. I am super excited to be going, but now it has dawned on me that I am also more nervous than I thought I'd be.
I'm not nervous about the flying or the places we are going, but more so the unknown element and the lack of planning. People might think that I am a daring and free-spirited and adventurous, and it is partly true, but looking back, the last 28 years of my life has been pretty much dictated by parents, college, and the Coast Guard. Even the motorcycle trip I took was relatively well planned, and my route was predicated by the goal of hitting all of the states I could, and I had a finite time limit in which to accomplish it.
This trip, however, is absolutely boundless. Other than two nights booked in a hostel in Tel Aviv for Monday and Tuesday, and a flight booked from Cairo to Istanbul on April 15th, there is pretty much no concrete plan for this trip. We have planned out some of the big picture aspects of the trip, and have done a lot of research regarding the various countries we would like to visit, but the food, lodging, and transportation is completely up in the air (essentially the entire basis for Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs).
So bottom line; I'm excited, I'm nervous, and I'm leaving tonight one way or the other. Follow along here to see how it unfolds.