As I sit in the back of my parents car having said goodbye to my boyfriend and hopefully packed everything up I leave my home town of Grimsby in the north of England to fly to the West Coast of America.
It feels slightly surreal that tomorrow I’ll be setting off an a trip that’s been on my mind for the best part of 9 months. Stepping on to a plane that’ll take me to the other side of the world. Alone.
This last week has been a bit of blur with working and getting revved up for the weekend I’ve been hyper, nervous, excited and mainly stressed but for the past 2 days I’ve not been able to get rid of a sicky feeling in the pit of my stomach (and no I’m not poorly.) I know it’s all in my head and come tomorrow morning I’ll be itching to leave but the child in me is scared of the amount of independence I’ll be having.
It all sounds very dramatic and I know I’m being silly really but traveling alone is a big thing especially for a first timer. I’m hoping that the journey to the hostel from LAX will be plain sailing and I don’t get too stressed out at the other end. But as my dad kindly reminded me, I can always ask a policeman!
I’m hoping to blog most days but I’m going to some pretty remote places over the next 3 weeks so who knows where there will be wifi!
If anyone’s got any advice for a first time solo traveler do let me know, for now see you in La La Land!
14 Hours to Go!