what the heart wants, the head fears

This evening, after a flurry of emails throughout the day between the travel agent and myself, and many tweakings and confirmings of dates, I am in possession of a quote for an entire overseas holiday. Flights, accommodation, transfers, and insurance.

And about ten minutes ago I had a moment of sheer, blindness-inducing terror, because I couldn't possibly actually go through with it.

But you know what? It's simply not true. (Dear Brain Chemistry: I'm onto you. Stop it!)

I would have the same jitters no matter where I was planning to visit, no matter how standard the destination, because I have a head that likes to throw all sorts of catastrophes and definitely-going-to-go-wrongs at me regardless of reality or probability.1

And at the end of the day, I don't want to waste what little time off I get on holidays that don't take off the top of my skull and reboot my soul. I want to see geography that makes my heart swell with awe, and to witness cultures and ways of life that break my expectations. I want to see mountains, and steppes, and deserts.

So yes. Tomorrow I'm putting a deposit on my flights, and booking my leave from work.

And I'm going to Mongolia.2

  1. And because I have a physical aversion to spending large amounts of money in one bank-account-emptying swoop, let's not overlook that charming little neurosis. []
  2. Although I can't promise I won't have a few more freakouts between now and actually jumping on the plane. []

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    (The bank account thing I'll get over, because once it's paid it's paid and gone and in the past. The waiting for the trip, however, just gives anxieties a chance to BREED. Little buggers that they are.)

  2. Heh. I told my hairdresser that I'd booked flights to Mongolia today and he stopped and stared at me and said, "I have never in my life heard of anyone visiting Mongolia…"

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