I’m traveling to Guatemala with a friend, as part of a women’s travel group that’s focused on ethical and authentic Latin American travel. Like today. I’m at the airport. My first time out of the country (ever)! I’ve wanted to travel internationally really intensely for at least ten years but always had an excuse why it wouldn’t work financially or within my work/academic responsibilities. I don’t think it’s really hit me yet that I’m going. In hindsight, I’m glad I didn’t go abroad during my drinking years. I look back on past behavior, especially in uncertain or new surroundings... and I am amazed I am still around to tell the tale. I made so many erratic and unsafe choices while drinking. I’ve already made a few travel errors but I’m embracing it and focusing on the positive and what I can control. I’m feeling incredibly blessed, privileged, excited, overwhelmed, tired (cuz I took an overnight bus and damn we stopped a lot and a guy yelled at me for adjusting my seat 😂🙀😬), brave. Feeling it all. Also I think last time I was at O’Hare I puked from a hangover. Different times, man!