I realized something in the past couple of days.

I'm going travelling after I leave Africa. I'm going travelling with my boyfriend around Europe.

I mean, this was always part of the plan, it was always in the back of my head, but it wasn't until the other day when my boyfriend was talking to me about buying tickets and timetables and the places he wanted to go, when I fully realized that I'm going travelling through Europe (again!).

This will by my third time there. And as luck would have it, The Boy wants to go visit places that I've never been before. Around the UK to visit his family, down to Spain and Portugal, over to Venice... places I've never been but want to go. Another thing checked off my list of things I want to accomplish.

And then, if things go well and we haven't torn each other's heads off from travelling together, we're going to rent a car and move to BC together.

And this is where it starts to get scary for me. I've never done ANYTHING like this before. It's always been me alone. I've always done whatever I wanted to do, not caring what other people thought of it... and now, I've got another person to work around, to worry about, to live with.

And although the last sentence may sound like I'm complaining, it's far from the truth. It'll be exciting travelling with someone, sharing my life with someone (esp someone so patient and loving and perfect)... but I've never done it before and I'm scared out of my mind.

I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared.