on how life rules

i get really worried sometimes. are my grades fair? am i gonna have too much stuff to carry around on this big trip? what if all the guesthouses in pakse are full? what if i don't have enough clothes for egypt? what if this bug bite turns into a huge infection? what if i run out of money? (i think about that last one probably every day.)

but really, why worry so much? i'm going on this PHENOMENAL trip around the world. yes, there are gonna be hard parts and yes, i'm gonna be poor after. but what does it matter? if there were no hard parts, it wouldn't be traveling (and especially not budget traveling). there'll be hard nights spent in crappy hostels, there'll be a moment where i realize i'm gonna be poorer than i want to be at home, there'll be times when i want nothing more than to be in a clean bed.

but when i'm not having those times, i'm gonna be eating delicious food (see further: vietnamese pho, indian curry, egyptian falafels, swiss chocolate, french bread). i'm gonna be staring out a train looking over the swiss alps. i'm gonna be having some perfect walk through paris and in a city where country music is so out of place, sugarland will come on randomly on my ipod and i'm gonna be SO INSANELY HAPPY at that moment that everything--the money, the hardships, the planning, the hours on buses/trains/planes--will be forgotten.

:-D