Sitting in a Mission neighborhood cafe on this typical warm yet overcast Sunday in San Francisco, I'm starting to get a sense for what this trip might be like. Steph is sitting next to me inputing all of our travel dates into a google calendar while toggling between maps of the Eurail system, our running email conversations with the travel agent, our google spreadsheets and any other pertinent information she can find. I'm playing the lackadaisical sidekick, telling her that we can figure out exactly how long we want to be in Germany when we get to Germany. This is a strange role for me to play. I'm the planner. I like to figure the things out, I like to create spreadsheets and documents. And spreadsheets of documents. But here we are. Lackadaisical me and overly organized her. Odd.
I think it's working for us for the moment. I've been quite distracted over the last few weeks while attempting to make this decision about whether or not to go and have been overwhelmed with also doing research and planning. I still haven't told my mom - but to be fair, we've been playing phone tag for three or four days.
Am I nervous? Completely. But in the end, after a long late night phone call with my little sister, I decided that missing out on this opportunity would be something I would seriously regret. I know that when I get back I'll be able to get a good job. I think she put the question in the best way possible for me. In ten years, when I have long returned and have re-established my life, will I look back and regret going or regret not going? Put in those terms, the answer is obvious.
And away we go.
-EC
I think it's working for us for the moment. I've been quite distracted over the last few weeks while attempting to make this decision about whether or not to go and have been overwhelmed with also doing research and planning. I still haven't told my mom - but to be fair, we've been playing phone tag for three or four days.
Am I nervous? Completely. But in the end, after a long late night phone call with my little sister, I decided that missing out on this opportunity would be something I would seriously regret. I know that when I get back I'll be able to get a good job. I think she put the question in the best way possible for me. In ten years, when I have long returned and have re-established my life, will I look back and regret going or regret not going? Put in those terms, the answer is obvious.
And away we go.
-EC
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