Bring on Bali

So I finally got around to booking my next great adventure. Soon I'll be swimming off for a summer of exploring Indonesia. Not since Peru has a trip made me so nervous. See, I love to travel and visit new places, especially those off the beaten track. But somehow the anticipation of traveling alone overwhelms me. If I knew that it would all be okay, that I couldn't possibly get sick or robbed or injured in any other way, I'd go with much more abandon.

There is so much to do between now and then, so much to prepare. I'd much rather just get on the plane and go. Everything will be fine once I get there. I'll deal with the challenges that arise because I'll have to, and it will be okay. I know this, I just have to remind myself.

Tonight I'll dream about climbing more mountains, photographing mist on rice fields, layovers in airports, temples and ruins, hikes to villages I've never heard of before, ferry rides between islands under a hot equatorial sun, collecting word lists and hiking up volcanoes. Tonight I'll dream of all these things, and wish that my airplane had already landed.