On Sunday, I am going on my first ever self-planned vacation/adventure! To Thailand! Woohoo, I’m so excited! And not scared at all!
It’s funny, because this will actually be the 13th country I have traveled to in my young life, so it seems like it should be no big deal. But it feels like a very big deal. (At least it did last Sunday when I suddenly realized I was leaving in a week and was utterly unprepared. What about money, rain gear, snacks?) All my other trips were either with groups or with a native host. This trip was 100% initiated by me, conceptualized by me, and put into action by me (and the other girl who I’m going with). What?!
My original plan was to go by myself.
What a different way to experience a country, right?! But some people were concerned for my safety (and a perfect adventure buddy popped into the picture), so I decided to go on a solo adventure with a partner instead!
People don’t think of me as an adventurous person. (As evidenced by all the reactions I’ve been getting to this trip.) I’m more of a lost-in-my-own-world kind of girl who hides away in her room watching TV, writing novels, and thinking thoughts. And occasionally socializes. I’m the girl who has lived in Busan for 18 months and barely left my little corner of the city.
But, I decided to go on this trip, because, deep down, I do like adventure, too.
(And also because my coworker started getting on my case about how I never do anything.. That might have been a factor as well.) When I was young, I used to go on canoe-camping trips, go rock climbing, zip lining, crabbing, biking, whatever. Time to bring some of that back. Kayaking, elephant-riding, waterfall sliding, here I come! (Because, by the way, I’m not going to lounge on a beach, but am going to the jungle. YES.)
Also, it never hurts to gather more material for future novels. Hehe.