The fear of Traveling
Your partner has that itch. It needs to be scratched. It’s not the Christopher Walken illness that requires “more cowbell”, this itch can only be scratched by travel. You are going to have one of two feelings about this idea. Most people are going to feel that intense rush of adrenaline as they get stoked about the thought of exploring this little blue ball we call Earth and making memories that will last a lifetime.
Then there’s you. Grabbing at a paper bag. Breathing deep into it as anxiety hits. “How are we going to pay for this? Where are we going to stay? Do I need a visa? Do they drive on the right or the lift side of the road? What are we going to eat? Why do I see stars? Is that the floor? Yup. I’m on the floor. I fainted. Hello, darkness my old friend.”
CALM DOWN! This is going to be a fun adventure that you both will cherish and will make your bond closer, your love deeper, and turn that spark you’ve always had into a five-alarm fire.
I’m kidding. It’s going to make or break you. Probably the latter. You’ll argue about where to stay, what to eat, what to do, where to drive, how to drive, what exit to take, did you just take a tone, my ex never talked to me like that, my parents never liked you in the first place, that French tourist is cute, I’m going with them, bye loser, by the way, I called the police and said you stole from the mini-bar and I threw away your passport, enjoy prison in a place you don’t speak the language.
Of course. That could just be me projecting your own fears on you. You might have a great time. Want to risk it?