How's that for a self-absorbed photo? I want to point out that a looming trip abroad is a great motivator for cleaning yourself up. Goodbye, old hair that grew too long while studying for the bar. Goodbye, old Chanel sunglasses from college. Goodbye, Vegas cabbies mistaking me for a 14-year-old teenager (I hope).
I have two days before hopping on a plane to London, and I'm pulling my hair out with all the things to do before then. Like finalizing my itinerary. Deciding whether to check my bag. Laundry. Cleaning. Currency exchange. Cell phones. Finishing this last piece for Serious Eats.
The hardest thing, however, has been getting myself in a vacation mentality. Frankly, I'm not very good at relaxing, and the unavoidable fact of being alone in a foreign country for two weeks has left me irrationally nervous and in denial. It's not happening, right? I'm not about to get on a plane, am I? It's so hot here in LA, why wouldn't I want to enjoy a staycation? I'm less concerned with logistics than I am with the thought of eating alone and appearing awkward. This is entirely unlike the college-me, who had so little experience being an adult that she could fairly hop onto a plane without a care.
I believe that if I chant "If it scares me, it's good for me" enough times, it will eventually come true. Here's to hoping!
