The Countdown

You will receive a phone call. And after 7 days, you will see the ring.

The countdown begins.

And I am reminded of all the unconscious fears that I have tried so best to bottle up inside me:

-The fear of flying
-The fear of heights
-The fear of being lost in a foreign city
-The fear of being kidnapped and killed in a foreign city
-The fear of failure

and the list goes on.

I am being mellow dramatic, I know. Still, the possibility of dying in a fiery and horrendous plane crash is still (literally) on the horizon. Shudders.

Aside from the panic and fear building inside me, I also can't help but feel stupid about the whole situation. I am not the traveler kind and my idea of a great vacation is staying home and watching the Discovery Channel. So I don't have any idea on what to pack, what to do in the airport, how to check-in the hotel, and so on. Oh well, at least I can Google those.

Dear universe, I implore you. I've never been so nervous in my whole life.