Next week, I'll be getting on a plane and going to Washington D.C. From there, I'll take a bus to Philadelphia and then I'll be taking another bus to New York before coming home.
I keep mentioning that this is my first trip without an adult and then I start getting weird looks and I realize, "Oh shit, people think that I'm an adult now."
I've been going on trips without my mom since I was in elementary school - but there was always a chaperone. My trip to Chicago when I was 15? Three adults. And when I went to Boston at 17, my mom was the "cool" chaperone.
In 2011 (....was it only last year?), I went with my friends on what we called the Most Expensive Pub Crawl Ever and we went to New York and Boston for our Spring Break. And, I still felt like I had adults taking care of me because surprisingly, my friends took care of me and didn't let anything terrible happen to me.
But. I still maintain there were adults present.
I flew to Florida that October all by myself - my first flight totally on my own. But I was then picked up by my mom and had an incredibly family friendly vacation for the next two days.
Even if some people weren't enjoying themselves.
This year, my travelling has been sparse and I've taken one 2 hour road-trip by myself over the summer. I know I can handle being alone and I actually prefer it, but I still sometimes cannot believe that I'm adult enough to travel alone - growing up, it was always such an adult thing to watch my mom handle our plane tickets. Now, she yells at me because it's all on my phone or I shrug and tell her, "I can look it up on my card."
The ease of travelling comes from doing it a lot. And while, I still consider myself a novice, I'm trying. And, I'm still trying to be the adult.
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