Last Updated on June 24, 2015 by
I have done everything I can to prepare for my summer trip to Prague.
I have researched everything: things to do and sights to see, restaurants, prices for meals and activities, the best times to visit certain places, and packing tips. I have researched how an over-packer like me can possibly hope to pack four weeks worth of necessities into one suitcase. I have checked the climate and summer weather conditions, as well as how to be comfortable and versatile without looking like a tourist.
I am the over-packer, the over-planner, the over-thinker.
There is a point, both frightening and exhilarating, at which I have had to accept that no matter how well I pack, plan, and think, there is only so much I can do.
I can research everything there is to research, but that is not going to prepare me for how it is going to feel when I step off that plane and in to foreign city. It is not going to prepare me for spending a month away from my family and friends and everything familiar.
It also cannot prepare me for the wonderful people I am going to meet. It cannot prepare me for everything I am going to learn about the city, the people, about my fellow students, and about myself. It cannot prepare me for the thrill of discovery. It cannot prepare me for falling in love with a place, and with people I have yet to meet.
I will never stop being the over-packer, over-planner and over-thinker. But I am okay with not being prepared for how overwhelmingly amazing this experience is going to be.
