Monday 6 July 1998

I am going to Romania on Friday. Jason and Warwick insisted I write a journal about the whole experience and this is the start. I thought it would be a good idea to start writing before I go just to show how naive I am about the whole thing. Perhaps I have completely the wrong idea about how things are going to be. Maybe it will be the worst experience of my life or maybe I will love it. How exciting? I just don’t know what it will be like. I have a whole adventure ahead of me. I am purposefully not thinking about it too much. If I do, I would probably get the wrong picture and build it up or worry myself silly.

As it is, I am just calmly waiting for it to happen. It doesn’t seem real now but then it probably won’t, even when I am there. Strange things always feel unreal. Everyone is asking me how I feel, am I nervous, excited, ready, regretting it already? Well to be honest I am not feeling much. I don’t know how I feel and I’m a bit concerned that if I reflect on myself too much I’ll find that I’m terrified and don’t want to go. By not thinking about it, the trip will hopefully just roll along nicely, gaining momentum until I am there.