I honestly don't know what I'm doing. I feel like I'm being thrown into the deep end, I DON'T KNOW THAT CITY, what if I'm gonna be late? what if they tell me to go somewhere else than this one particular place? what if I won't be able to do everything they want me to do not only because of my own fault? Bad timing, guys. BAD TIMING.
But hey, we never get to choose it, right? I'm doing this again. I'm anxious instead of being excited.
I mean, maybe that's not the top of my ambition, but at least something is happening in my life. Something cool (probably). I'm gonna have something to tell about to my children and grandchildren. Or at least remind myself. Why do I have to constantly convince myself that I actually can have some fun?
Keep your fingers crossed!
xx
