Ten days. That’s how long I have until I am in my dream continent: Africa. For years, I have pictured myself there, exploring the vast open spaces and getting in touch with nature. There’s no where else I’ve wanted to visit more.
Still, now that the time is almost here, I’m freaking out a bit, and I have a full-blown case of the pre-trip jitters. Which I guess is normal, but part of me feels guilty for feeling this way.
It’s normal for me to get the jitters before a big trip, a little anxiety here and there, mostly over packing or getting everything in order before I leave. But, this trip, the anxiety is hitting me full on, and it’s about much more than just the small things.
Part of my anxiety stems from the fact that this is my first solo trip. Sure, I’ll be on a tour, but the trip is still much different than anything I’ve ever done. For one, camping for sixteen days in Africa is definitely something I never thought I’d do, I don’t even camp in America. And, while that does give me some nervous energy, what I’m most worried about is being alone.
I know that I won’t be completely alone. There will be the people on my tour, and I know I will make friends immediately because I always do, but I won’t see a familiar face of a loved one or friend for three weeks and that scares me.
I know that my feelings are probably completely normal. I get them when there’s the unknown up ahead. I crave leaving my comfort zone, and yet the feelings of doing that, often are a lot to handle.
Though, I know, Africa is a place I hold so dear that seeing it independently is the only way I see fit. When I look at my itinerary and realize all the places I’ll be seeing and cultures I’ll be experiencing, I can’t help but get excited like I was weeks ago. I know these feelings will pass as soon as I get to my terminal or land in Africa, but for now, I’ll just have to push aside my pre-trip jitters and focus on making this long-lasting dream of mine a reality.