This is unreal. I’m leaving to Bali tomorrow morning and I’m having a mini panic attack as I write this. I’m excited, scared, nervous, scared, anxious, and did I mention scared? I wouldn’t usually be scared to travel, but this time I’m traveling across the world by myself. Alone. Nobody else.
Why am I doing this? Well at the end it wasn’t really a choice to travel alone. My cousin cancelled on me last minute and I couldn’t switch my flight, so I was either going to lose a whole lot of money and miss out on the experience of a lifetime, or go and see what’s waiting for me. I chose the latter and I also chose to document the whole trip on my camera, my website, snapchat (thewholetara) and Instagram to make sure I share every juicy detail with you.
I don’t know what’s on the other side, but am so eager to find out. xx