*Originally posted on January 23rd 2016*

Is it possible to have googled something too much?

As the time is getting closer til my feet leave Australian turf, my brain is naturally buzzing around with countless thoughts. I am hoping that by writing this all down, someone, somewhere will read this and think ‘Oh thank god, I’m not the only one’. I cant wait laugh and read this overthinking rant once I return home and post an ‘I told you so’ post to myself. So without further babbling, here are my unorganised, numbered, freaking out paragraphs of my thoughts before my Europe 2016 trip.

1. I might need to cast the undetectable extension charm on my suitcase. 
   Okay, so I’m not the type of girly girl who packs a whole wardrobe for each season, the whole bathroom and beauty salon in 3 suitcases and 2 bags, but I am normally the type of person who likes to pack as little as possible with set outfits that my mind wont change on. In saying this, apparently stress has caused me to go all girly because I am feeling like I will somehow need to pack my whole house inside my suitcase, and it still only weigh 20kgs. What if I pack too many summer clothes and the weather takes a turn into a snowy blizzard? What if my scales at home are wrong and its over the limit when I arrive? What if I pack too little and a corrupt TSA officer smuggles drugs into the space available? I know. I know.
2. Wished we lived in a free world.
   I think one of the biggest fears/stressed thoughts I have is running out of money, or having it stolen. I am trying to have one of those cool calm and collected mindsets in this situation, but money is kind of important. Especially when alone, and on the other side of the world; plus it would be embarrassing. I am trying my best to save enough spending money, because I wouldn’t be what you call ‘wealthy’ or a tight ass(I tend to be too generous). I have wrote down meal budgets, souvenir allowances, emergency money, attraction entries, alcohol limits and any other budgets that I may have to calculate, but I’m still not confident that I will have enough once the conversion rate applies and what silly mind state I will be in once I’m actually there. What if my moneyis stolen? What if I run out and get stuck overseas? What if I’m not responsible enough for these money issues? Ugh.
3. Outsider.
   This one may sound silly but it is a reoccurring thought. What if I don’t get along with anyone and don’t make friends? I am normally confident enough to think I’m a pretty easy-to-get-along-with person but that normally applies when I meet and hang out with people on separate occasions, not living with them on a bus for 3 weeks? With the ages ranging between 18-35, what if it was like high school? I was never any good at fitting in cliche groups of popular girls, sporty kids, smart/nerdy people, as I was and am just, me. This is not to say that I don’t have some sort of confidence I will meet people on the same wave length, but its just not guaranteed, anything could happen.
4. Do you understand?
   Being an uneducated Australian about other parts of the world, different languages will be interesting. I can barely understand plain English let alone heavy accents or a total new lingo. I have been self-learning french as I will be spending the longest time there, and it would be nice to know a second language, but would it be worth it? I get that most people these days are speaking English, but language barriers worry me still. I understand that the TM, driver and other tourists will be there but I feel like I should know all the languages I will need to know and actually understand. Nothing is worse than miscommunication!!
5. Mum always said, have no expectations.
   Like everything in life, its hard not to picture and plan out what you will be doing when in a new environment. I cant help but think of me taking multiple selfies (which will be a given regardless) in front of beautiful popular sights like the Big Ben, Eiffel Tower, Colosseum, Acropolis etc, and being mesmerised of the gorgeous cities. I keep forgetting that I am on a budget tour, so I wont be in the glamorous parts of the countries, being chauffeured and waited on like royalty. Don’t ask why, but I just picture when you’re in the romantic countries, everywhere looks amazing, that being a tourist means living the high life. I do try and remind myself that bed bugs are a thing, I may get sick, some hostels may be tiny and dirty, and not everyone is nice to tourists. But like my mum said, don’t have expectations !

Okay I think I will leave my nonsense, stressed out rambling right here. I would like to add a side note that when I’m not overthinking things, I am normally carefree and positive when it comes to everything but daunting new adventures with months and months to think about it may just drive me insane. In saying that, keep posted with my fast-paced muddled online brain, and comment a big ‘I told you so’ when I post that I’m home from my trip.