There was only a vague plan to tour Europe. This trip quickly snowballed into what will be the biggest adventure of my life so far. 10 weeks, roaming around Europe, a girl alone . . . it all sounds like the beginning of either a cliched young adult romance or a horror movie where I eventually die from unusual tortures. It's a crazy thing to see outside of fictional works, which, as I have been told many times, makes me crazy by extrapolation. Along with crazy, multiple people have told me they are worried about me. While this is a sensible feeling for this situation, I think they are forgetting I am trying not to have an anxiety fueled freak out myself. So please. Kindly keep your worries to yourself, and I will go on calming that voice inside my mind that starts phrases with "what if . . ." and keep futilely trying to turn it into a voice that says "everything will turn out well in the end." In the meantime, I will begin my trip with the Alma choir in Ireland, thus prolonging the shattering of a fragile, rather cracked out mental state for two more weeks--if I'm lucky and those choir people don't drive me over the edge of frustration into insanity first.
Maybe you should be worrying about me after all.
