Travelling alone?

I’ve already booked my ticket. Like 5minutes ago. Now this trip feels real. Like its on man! I feel excited, not like yesterday’s excitement though. Today’s excitement is calm. Very calm. Its almost mother like. Reminding me the things I’m supposed to do and park and prepare. 

Today will be spent doing last minute preparations. Ensuring I have comfortable clothes for the journey. My documents should be in order. And things like that. 

But above that..its psychologically preparing myself for the journey tomorrow. There are all these loose ends I have. Like the hotels to sleep in. In every town I have like 4 options and I’m not sure on how close they are. Choosing one seems kinda risky because what if I get there and I don’t like it or the prices differ from what they had on the internet? 

This has a feel like the time before an exam. When you’ve read really well..but just minutes before you start panicking, what if that paragraph you skimmed through is where the compulsory question one comes from? I feel prepared one minute and the next I feel utterly unprepared. 

But I’m happy. Low key happiness. Like the brides on their d-day. You hope things fall into place. That your event planners don’t mess up, that the decor will be as planned, that the cake will get to the venue in one piece, that the food will be on point and enough, that no woman pops up in church with kids resembling your husband-to-be, that you’ll get in church on time, that the matrons of the little girls control them, that…that..that..you get the point? Its a little million and one things to hope that they go well. 

But I’m not nervous. Not as the day before yesterday. I think I’ve admitted that i’ll forever be the odd one out. The ones who do things their way and not the way things are done. That has helped me with all questions people had. 

You are travelling alone? To another country? And you’ve never been there before? Hold on…ALONE?? 

I’ve answered that Alone question five hundred and twenty nine times now. Besides Sharon who’s a friend of my mind, everyone else thinks its a bit crazy. Like how now? What is wrong with me- they ask. 

I’ve always wanted to travel alone. I went to Meru alone in 2016( i’m not sure even whethet its 2016 or 2017)..but i think its 2016. I just upped one day, looked at the Kenyan map, chose a place i had never been to, took a KCB loan, and went. I didn’t even take a single picture. I just took everything in with my eyes. And slept at a really good hotel. And had a black forest( don’t I just love chocolate cakes or anything close to it?). And came back. And saw cassava plants for the first time in plenty. I didn’t even know what they were. 

But point is, there is something travelling alone does to me. Maybe i’ll tell you what it is after I come back. For now..wish me a safe journey.  

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