This year felt so long. Weird, I know. Usually they fly by. But thinking back I realise this year was fucking ages. So much happened.
I moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend and left the dorm after too many years. I received new responsibilities in my job, which has been stressful at times, but at least it’s progress.
Also I travelled. More than ever before, as far as I can recall. Continue reading “2017 (was ok)”
Here’s the thing. I think I travel relatively a lot. I’ve been to 8 countries just this year, even if I still haven’t written about all of them on this blog. Of course it isn’t that hard, when I live in two countries and a couple of others are just a short bus drive away. But this is not the point. Even going to a new city or to a new place in your city is travelling. The point is this:
I am absolutely, completely, gut-wrenchingly terrified of travelling. Continue reading “Travelling with Anxiety”
