Traveling...

Today marks 1 week until my "world tour" of London, Paris and Rome. I don't know how I feel. I feel that intense level of excitement that you feel when you know that something big is about to happen, something real, something unstoppable. It is a solemn excitement, it isn't giddy or childlike--- this is real, and its scary, its serious business. But it is going to be big fun. BIG. 


I'm not really sure how I feel. The long plane ride scares me the most. I don't like being confined, thats why I'm traveling! I feel so excited. So privileged. I'm thinking of Bessie Coleman and Charlotta Bass and Zora Neale Hurston and all those black women that dared to be bold and be different and be daring and just be themselves. I feel like I'm #winning. Like its a one up on society, where you are trained to delay all of your pleasures and fun until you "retire" or are "rich". Here I am, relatively broke, but living the fabulous life. In a struggling economy, living a dream. I want to pinch myself! 


I've achieved a lot in my 22 years. not much of it seemed like a challenge. this, though, is a challenge. for me to push myself and also to relax, for me to go away from everything I know, and be closer to myself,and just to LEAP, into the ocean of the world. So scary. So exciting. So daring. So bold. So not me. 


But I have to go. I felt like I'd be betraying the side of me that is adventurous, to only learn about the world through magazines and movies and not go out of fear. Plus, the most fabulous people I know have done it, like my best friend Elizabeth, who is in Malaysia. I need to get on her level. 


I can't wait to share all of this with you, through pictures, words and sounds... wish me luck!