It’s one of those overly advertised companies with overly priced shoes and clothing who has the trademark “just do it”. Oh yeah, Nike. So trademark, copyright, all that jazz goes to you guys. I’ll take no credit for a phrase that you paid some advertising guru an outrageous sum of money to come up with. Probably how much it would cost to pay for all my schooling and this trip, with a nice chunk of spending money on the side. With “this trip” really referring to the trip that is the sole purpose of me taking up this blogging shindig.
And why even mention the “just do it” thing? Because that’s what I’m doing. I decided I wanted to go abroad, so I’m just doing it. Plain and simple. I could get on my soap box, preach to the choir, or do any number of those cliché phrases to talk about how you can make your dreams a reality and blah, blah, blah. But all I’m going to say is once you pull your head out the ground, clouds, you-know-where, or wherever you’ve seem to have misplaced it, start doing what you need then want to do. For me the process went kind of like this:
I’m a college student.
I have student loans.
I’m a poor college student.
I want to go abroad.
I can study abroad?
I can study abroad in Ireland?
Sign me up.
I have to pay extra?
Eh, I’ll find the money.
Federal government sympathizes.
I want to travel Europe.
Work myself to death all summer.
Younger sister wants to come along.
Loving grandparents swoop in.
Two plane tickets booked.
Hasta la vista U.S.A.
Nadya and I, we like to classify ourselves as travelers with purpose and direction but we want to be flexible about exactly where we go and what we do. The pros and cons to this method are to come, I am sure. And now we are down to the final preparations, rail tickets and first few hostels are booked and our desired route and destinations highlighted. But doomsday is upon us… the day of packing. I’m not a huge fan of packing, never have been and never will be. However, as seeing myself through my beautiful yet periodically egotistical eyes as becoming the renowned world traveler, I will thoroughly document my packing endeavors for future reference to myself. And I guess also for those unfortunate enough to think any useful wisdom or advice could come from this conundrum of a blog.
With these ever optimistic remarks, I will conclude this first entry. (Insert no apology here for anything I write or for it being my first blog post ever; because let’s face it, if you were cognizant enough to write it and make it public for attention, then it does not merit a measly I-lack-confidence apology). For those of you hoping to hear about all the wonderful and not so wonderful things I do while abroad and it not be peppered with my vast and ever forward opinions—eh, too late. There’s no physically known way to getting around that. So cheers to this blog and the intrigue of events to come with it.