Perhaps the most appealing theme is not to launch a travel blog. Nevertheless, when I was planning my first solo trip to the other side of the world, there was a swing between the terror and the excitement.
People are afraid of some things
Mommy is afraid to run away and never heard again. I'm afraid I have to eat in a restaurant myself. Forgetting Do you know the scene in Sarah Marshall, asking if the main character wants a table and wants a terrible home magazine? Because he's worried about the guy getting bored? This is my biggest fear. On the world. After the sharks.
My father is afraid that I will lose my camera. I wish I can not upload pictures when there is no space and this whole blog will fail.
My brother is afraid of a third world country in Thailand where electricity is scarce and the priests have to cut through the rainforest. (Cue eyeroll.) I'm never afraid of real Thailand.
Tucker will be more obese and unhealthy because everyone is afraid of nagging about their weight.
Wait. It's me.
Some things I should miss
My sister's graduation
Mom's birthday
My computer
Burger king
This guy
Southeast Asia, here I come!
