I don't really know how to do this whole blog thing.
I suppose it doesn't matter too much, I don't expect anyone to read it outside of maybe my family. I know anytime someone on my Facebook posts some dumb thing like "check out my crazy European adventure abroad" I hardly get past the first word before scrolling past it. Lets be real, no one cares about your "crazy adventure". Your best case scenario is someone checks out a couple of the 5 million pictures you posted while abroad, and mostly thy're just checking to see how fat you've gotten since high school or something. But that's fine with me, whatever. Should anyone get bored enough to read this, welcome friend, I'm Sophia and this is basically my inner monologue documenting my adventure in Australia.
Except as of now I'm not in Australia yet, I'm just chilling in my room. I leave for Australia in four days and honestly I'm super not ready. I guess before I get into it I'll give some back story.
See I've basically been doomed since day one.
Growing up with parents
who have particularly cool jobs (my dad's a Director of Photography and
my mom's a producer) I never even had a shot at being a homebody. They
spent a good portion of their careers living in tons of crazy places
from soviet Russia to Beirut to Ethiopia. The travel bug is basically in
my blood. Despite all their stories I never ended up leaving the
country for the first time until I was going into my Sophomore year of
High school. I went on an immersion trip to Spain expecting nothing. I wasn't even that excited when I left for it to be honest, also going on that trip wasn't even my idea, it was my parents. They somehow heard it was a trip my school offered and they were like "you should go on this" and me being chill as hell was like "okay" and that's how that happened. And
nothing's been the same since. I'm such a cliché like that. I left on this big adventure and it changed the course of my life....except it actually did.
After I got back all I wanted to do was travel. There's no way for me to describe it without sounding dim but it was like I didn't actually realize there was a whole world out there until I went to another part of it and now all I want to do is experience the rest of the world.
I'll be away in Australia for five months and I leave in four days. Have I packed yet? No.
Have I planned everything I'm going to do while I'm away? nope.
Have I prepared ...at all? Yes, thats the sad part. I've been doing planning stuff for like four months and I still have no idea what this trip is going to be like. I have my money all set up, I know my room assignment and the classes I'm taking but that's basically it. I'm going in with no friends, no real plans, and no expectations... and I plan to write about it once a day (we'll see if that actually happens). If someone actually is reading this and you really have no life feel free to continue to read my posts. I'm writing this like no one is reading so it should be a fun time.
At that I'll leave with one of my favorite quotes I've ever come across
"The world is a book, and those who don't travel only read one page"-St. Augustine
