I am getting freaked out about how close my trip is. I am still not ready to go. I am also still redoing my plans. My last revision now has me going to Belgrade, Serbia and taking an overnight train to Bulgaria. I have always wanted to take an overnight train. I am sure that the reality of it will never match the vision of it that I have developed in my head. But in the end, I will still have crossed yet another item off my bucket list.
It is so difficult planning travel in the Balkan countries. Public transportation information is basically nonexistent online. Adding to that, there is just so much to see. It is killing me to know that lack of complete freedom in life is keeping me from seeing these places that I will be so close to:
In other news, I am now the proud owner of my first netbook! I can upload pictures and update my blog when I’m gone. I have read a lot of people saying that updating while traveling is a lot harder to do than it seems it would be. I thought that would not apply to me. I love writing. Saying I would not have time for it is like saying I would not have time to pet a puppy. But this past week in my life has been so chaotic. I have barely had time to breathe, let alone write out any of the posts I had wanted to have up before I go. It actually sounds hilarious hearing me say that I don’t have time to post on the internet. This is all I have been doing for years. But there it is.
Tomorrow I am taking a weekend trip to Washington, DC for a fest. I have not even given any thought to packing yet. This makes my currrent life’s biggest problem that I am too busy planning fun things to have time to pack for other fun things. I am a fan of the life I have made for myself. Everything I do and everything I have is all my own doing.
I do not ever want to be one of those people who list things like “laundry” or “cleaning my apartment” as weekend plans. I love that the biggest stress in my life right now is making sure I have enough clean band shirts before I leave for Europe so that I can leave with three packed bags left behind, ready for the three back-to-back trips that start 48 hours after I arrive home from Europe.