At the airport!

Written June 28th


At the airport about to be on my way to Zanzibar. I would have never thought 10 weeks ago that I would be here now. Going to Zanzibar was a dream and part of me really didn't believe I would actually go. And that was when I had other people planning to come with me. Now I am going by myself and I think it's actually better this way. A bit frightening but I am so looking forward to having alone time. It's impossible to live in the same room with two other people for 3 months. No personal space! I have a friend who shares a room with her sister and I do not understand how the hell she does that at 22 years old.

I feel weird being at the airport. I feel weird being alone even. I haven't had time to sit with myself for so long. And it doesn't really feel like I'm going anywhere yet I'll be on a plane in an hour. I suppose I should get used to this feeling, I'm gonna be in this situation a few more times. Maybe after this trip and my time in London I'll start doing a lot more traveling on my own. But I guess I'll wait and see how this goes to make sure it isn't the trip from hell. I don't wanna get ahead of myself.