Flying Out

Tomorrow I leave for Greece! I'll be gone for two and a half weeks and I expect one of the best adventures to date. I plan to drink lots of Ouzo, lots of wine and eat lots of Greek salad. There here is becoming more food-related travel by the minute.

In all honesty, I'm a little bit terrified. I've never traveled without parents before. Well, that's a lie. I flew, to my unbridled delight, as an unaccompanied minor to San Francisco when I was 12, just months after the 9/11 attacks. I have also flown up and down the state of California more times than I care to admit. However, this is my first Big Trip by myself. No parents, no Alex, just me and a map.

I am going to meet my friend, Sarina, on day 4 of my trip, and she will come with me to the Greek islands for the remaining 2 weeks. But really, in this moment, I may as well spend the entire time alone. This is a big moment for me. I start this trip as Devon Miller - awesome, smart, passionate, feminist, and a thousand other adjectives (both positive and horrifyingly negative) - but I end this little adventure with one more adjective-credit: world traveler, and possibly more importantly, lone world traveler.

Wish me luck, all. And when I get back, tan and relaxed and a world traveler, let's get a glass of wine and reminisce on this moment, when I was scared and crying and anxiously awaiting my jump into this new life.