So I realise today that I leave for Europe in less than a month. I'm fucking scared. There are a few reasons why:
1. I'm not a huge fan of flying, especially since it's a really long haul. I'm not scared of flying in and of itself, more that I hate being cooped up into a small space for an extended period of time.
2. I land in Paris, and the only French I speak is basically 'bonjour', 'oui', and a phrase which means 'I am a bottle of ham'. How the hell am I going to survive?!
3. I really don't have enough money for this trip. Chances are I will end up sleeping in a doorway somewhere. I don't mind this so much, but I know it would make my parents freak out if they thought I was sleeping on the streets of Europe.
4. I will be alone for the last part of the trip, where I will be in the UK. I don't even have any internet friends in the UK, to the best of my recollection, so it will be me all on my lonesome. Now, I'm quite happy to entertain myself, but I hate being away from friends. They make everything twice as fun.
5. I'm flying halfway around the world for no known reason, other than some desire to spend all of my money, and hang with friends! AHHHHHHHHH!
/spaz
Methinks Skype shall be called upon lots while I am over there.
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2 comments:
1. If you don't realise you're on a plane, you're not on a plane. Rum and coke anyone?
2. You will survive in Paris with the help of a phrase book and your charm. Alot of people will be able to speak English even if they don't admit it. Try and speak French to them.
3. We will sleep in some doorways together. Huddle for warmth.
4. Travelling by yourself is immensely entertaining for the most part. You can pretend to be whoever you want and do whatever you want.
5. How can you be a starving-poor artist if you're not starving-poor? Plus, you'll be helping the world economy. Plus, life is absurd.
/spaz the second.
The first answer is the best thing I've heard in a long time. And it's so true.
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