Many thoughts...

Welcome to my blog! By reading this, you can catch up on my nonsense as I make my way through the east coast of Australia. This will be the main tale, though not the whole story. I'll be two weeks in Vietnam to visit family before heading to the land down under, and on my way home, I'll pay a visit to Kuala Lumpur. In other words, two months have become more close to three than two. This is what happens when you order plane tickets in the middle of the night with less attentiveness.

Basically, this is how it's going down:

Vietnam --> Australia --> Kuala Lumpur --> Short stop in London --> Home

.... It looks as if I'll be doing quite some writing before travelling, because this bitch be crazy if she doesn't find a way to let out her expectations and anxiousness.

Even though it's over a month before I head on my own, I'm feeling kind of stressed out about the whole thing. It really is my first time ever doing something so independent, and truthfully, I feel kind of incapable at this point. I'm already now sensing how different it is to embark on a journey by myself, and I haven't even gotten on a plane yet. Right now, I'd rather curl up on the couch and watch TV for two months. Nevertheless, I'm taking the high road (which is ironically travelling to Australia, wtf, that's just awesome).

This is probably going to be my most spontanious trip yet. Still I haven't done nearly as much thinking and planning prior to other departures as I have with this one. It might have something to do with the fact that it will be my first time travelling alone... I'm used to sharing the responsibility with others, which is something I find comforting. Now, I'm relying on no one else but myself. I find that oddly irresponsible of me. I can't even take care of a cactus. But I know kung fu, so it has to work out in the end, right? I can kick everyone's ass, right??

Right...

Honestly, I don't even know why I'm doing this. Or what I'm doing for that matter.