Tomorrow I leave for a 5 day trip to New York. By myself. Well, that’s not exactly true. I’m traveling with a couple of very hip ladies. When we get to NYC I’m meeting another fabulous lady I’ve know through the internets for nearly five years. And then there is the fact that there will be around 2400+ other women (and a few men) hanging around with a similar agenda. BlogHer.
But I’m not traveling with family. I’m not traveling with my best friend and my little boy. I’m traveling with people I know just a little. Frankly, it is freaking me out a bit.
Add to that the fact that I’ve never been to New York or to a conference centered around blogging and my anxiety levels are off the charts right now.
I kind of want to puke.
I also want to have an amazing time. I want to meet new people. Connect with friends I’ve only known online. Learn. Laugh. Photograph.
I’m not packed yet. I’m trying. Clothes are out. Shoes are too. I even have a surge protector strip tossed in my suitcase. And snacks. So it’s a start.
I’m also really good at procrastinating.
That does nothing for the anxiety.
And let me just say that when you do laundry every couple of days and rarely attend cocktail parties, it is really hard to put together outfits for 5 days that don’t showcase the fact that you will happily wear the same pair of jeans several days in a row. With t-shirts. And very little make-up. Which is why the clothes are out. I had to make sure I actually had enough things to wear for 5 days. I kind of fail at the whole fashion thing.
I’ll pack all the cords, memory cards, and various electronics up as soon as everything gets a nice fresh charge.
I’ll sleep like shit Tuesday night in anticipation of the 5 a.m. alarm Wednesday morning.
I’ll probably cry when I leave my husband and son behind.
Hopefully I won’t puke.
And at some point Wednesday morning I’ll descend upon New York City for the first time in my life.
I’ll have an amazing time. I’ll meet new people. Connect with friends I’ve only known online. Learn. Laugh. Photograph.
I can’t wait.
Be gentle with me New York. I’m just a little worm burrowing my way through the Big Apple this weekend.