To Travel or Not to Travel…

Traveling is amazing! Seeing new places, and experiencing new things is a great journey, but the downside to it is the hassle leading up to those amazing days. Packing, and sometimes the airport and flights are what makes one question whether all the stress is worth it.

Packing has got to be one of the worst things to do right behind awful airport service, etc. During my younger years, I would love to pack. I knew this because I would have been packed like three weeks before my departure. Maybe the reason this time was a hassle was because I am traveling alone. I have always traveled with someone, and now I do not have my parents to remind me to pack my toothbrush or to not forget my phone charger! I had my suitcase in my room for almost a week, but did not start packing until the night before. I actually finished my packing the night before my departure, but remembering everything that I have to pack is horrible. To further my stress on packing, I am a heavy packer! Although I would not like to admit it, I love having a variety of clothes because who knows what will happen during my days abroad, right? Well, because of that, I had to weight my bag for about 100 times! Okay, I’m obviously exaggerating, but it seemed that way.

After that, I was ready but sad to leave. Fast forward to the day of my departure, and my mom had taken me to the airport and waited for me to go wait inside the gate of my departure. The way my flights were set up, my first and last were pretty quick (about an hour or so), but the one across the Atlantic Ocean was really tiring and long. Before my first flight, all of the passengers were asked to check in their hand baggage and they would be delivered to our final destination, we actually did not have a choice, so I checked in my hand baggage and kept my purse with important documents. Below, there is a picture during my night flight and as usual, I could not fall asleep. I was tired by the end of it all, but when I hit Lyon and was claiming my bags, I noticed my red hand luggage was no where to be found. I was so worried about it, especially, because I had my laptop and laptop charger in that bag. I had to start practicing my french and file a baggage claim therefore I was the last one from my flight to come out.

As usual, I could not sleep.
As usual, I could not sleep.

As soon as I came out, I figured out that all the stress I had gone through with packing, the flights, and then my baggage getting delayed was leading up to the beauty of traveling and sceneries like these:

Château de Vizille
Château de Vizille

À bientôt,

D.A.