Monthly Archives: January 2011

Jet setting


Update — this post has been sitting in “drafts” for several days.  It’s embarrassing.  But since KP recently posted her travel qualms I feel a little bit better about posting it.  Even just writing it made me feel better, actually.  P.S. I love when you’re reading something that’s in italics and then there’s a word that’s actually supposed to be stressed or in italics for some other reason so then it has to be put in regular, non-italicized font.  See above sentence.

Warning–I have absolutely no plan to what I’m about to write.  I’m bugging out because I’m looking outside my window watching the 76th snowstorm of the winter.  I think I’ve baked every pastry in Epicurious and I’m literally about to go crazy and it should give me comfort to know that I’m leaving for Los Angeles on Wednesday where it will be 72 degrees and sunny.  From there I’m leaving for Auckland, New Zealand where I will be living and studying for the following four months.

But it’s not giving me comfort.  Not at all.

Although I’m trading in snow for sand, frat parties for clubs, and sitting on my ass for actual outdoor adventures, I’m a little really fucking nervous.  Because, well, I’m a little bit of a diva.

Case in point #1: This summer when I went to Israel, I had to stay in a hostile (never in my life GOODBYE) but refused to let my body touch the disgusting, G-dforsaken bed so I wrapped myself up completely in hooded sweatshirts and slept without blankets or a pillow for several nights.  Not only that, I refused to eat the meals they served us and lived solely on Luna bars and water for eleven straight days.

Case in point #2: Sometimes I need a little guidance and have trouble doing things on my own.  Remember this?

Case in point #3: I have a lot of things. They may seem unnecessary to some, but to me, well, I need them.  Ie: two types of moisturizer for day and night (day has sunscreen; night has vitamin c) AND a separate moisturizer for the rest of my body.  I recently read a book about people that are born on my birthday and it said that I love getting and having “new things” and I think that this is why.

Case in point #4: Have you ever seen this website?  Well not one, but two separate people posted it on my Facebook wall saying, “you need to read this [it personifies you].”

So, that being said, I’m nervous that I have to somehow transport all of my millions of objects to the farthest corner of the world, make friends with people who (I’m assuming) are able to live and survive on their own and are very outdoorsy and don’t NEED so many objects.  People aren’t going to understand why I need to put on mascara for hikes (pics duh) and make sure I get enough protein and sugar because I don’t eat meat and I’m a little bit self-diagnosed hypoglycemic.  People are not going to understand why I need to have a laptop, iPad, iPod, Blackberry, and local New Zealand cell phone.  People are not going to understand why I paid extra for both of my suitcases to be overweight.  I guess I don’t really understand either.  For comfort?

Anyway, I know this is ridiculous.  I wish I could pack lightly and not give a shit if I rotate the same four shirts the entire semester.  I know there are more important things to worry about, and trust me–I worry about those things too.  I’m volunteering in Rotorua and have an internship in which I’m student teaching in an elementary school!  Cool right?!  I’m living in an apartment with four other complete strangers, only one of which (if any) will be American.  So maybe I’ll grow up a little.

I hope none of my new friends (?) read this!


Good Bye America


I’ve started to do the pre travel “I’m a little crazy thing”. A little anxious.  Always running around doing errands, whining about how my arm is in pain. Being nervous about how many hours I will be on a plane (sitting down in a confined space next to someone I don’t know for that many hours is my worst nightmare). Thinking about how I have to survive without my friends and Sorority and school for the next three months in a country where they don’t speak my language. Avoiding packing like it’s the plague, but also stressing about all the packing I have to do.  Today’s potential procrastinator: driving to LA to go to the Getty and Ikea (obviously an appropriate time to look for furniture for my apartment I will move into in four months).

So here goes my last post from America.  On Tuesday I fly to Lima, Peru for two months and then to Argentina for one month. I’ve been talking about this “trip” since last summer.  But had no real plans, nothing organized.  And then Tuesday I got my Peru confirmation and yesterday my Argentina confirmation.  Booked my flight and realized I’M LEAVING  THIS COMING TUESDAY. I went to the travel doctor on Thursday. As you can see, I am really pushing things to the last minute. Probably also contributing to the crazy factor. Let me tell you a little bit about that appointment.

I had done the CDC research, printed my vaccine records, travel itinerary etc.  I felt prepared for the appointment, I simply needed a yellow fever shot.  I had been to DR early last year and figured I had dealt with the vaccines needed for places south of here. Oh how I was wrong.  Three shots and two prescriptions later I was a bit freaked out.  She started the travel anxiety. Travel crazy. I HATE NEEDLES. I mean really HATE.

I walk in and she starts going over all the things I could be exposed to, suggested shots, prescriptions I should bring etc. She actually recommends a total of 7 shots, but no way was I going to do that.  One of the shots she recommends is the Rabies shot.  She then proceeds to explain all of these really scary things and how you can actually contract it in multiple ways, not just through a dog bite. And mentions the fact that if not treated, it is always fatal.  I hastily agree that I should have the shot.  Then she looks at my departure date and says, “Oh well, you’re leaving too soon.  I actually can’t give you the shot.” UM WHAT? Way to totally freak me out.  And then the nurse continues to say, “If you get bit by a feral dog, or think you may have come in contact with rabies, you have you 12-24 hours to get to the hospital.”  WOW THANKS. All I can say is it’s a damn good thing I don’t like animals. Especially dogs.

Then she begins discussing the Hepatitis shots.  Which I thankfully have all three of.  She shares this piece of information with me: you can get Hepatitis B from a MANICURE. Is this a joke? I could get rabies and die, and I also can’t get manicures.  Well then.

I relinquish my iPhone on Tuesday. And I’m not mad about it. I need a breather.

Also in my travel insurance, my accidental death is covered.  Great.