Some of you know, most of you don’t: today, I embark on the adventure of a lifetime. Constantly is going on the run in Europe! …For 43 days. I’ve dreamed of this since I was a child, originally thinking it would happen as a study abroad semester or a graduation trip. When those times approached and then passed, although slightly disappointed, I knew something bigger was in store for me so I patiently waited my turn. And last summer, everything quickly fell into place: I moved home, got a new job and met the most incredible man who was *supposed to be* (remember when I said it’s hard to plan in the Navy? Here’s example number 286,783 and him coming home riiiight when I was supposed to be leaving) traveling through the Mediterranean this summer – if all of that wasn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.
At first, it began as a dream, not breathing a word to anyone but silently jotting down notes in my journal such as:
August 28, 2017 "We decided to risk our future for a happier now" -Not Afraid of the Fall, page 2 (I was clearly already sold on the whole traveling thing within the first 2 pages of the book and didn't need much persuasion) Crazy thoughts: (1) go abroad for those 9 months (obviously referring to the man which yes, somehow I already knew that early on he'd be a keeper - don't ask me how because I'm still confused myself) (2) go abroad for 1 - 2 months* But what about (1) Lu (2) MONEY (3) Job? Fuck it (4) Being alone (5) Jac's wedding (Ultimately, all of those factors piled together and when I came back to reality a little bit, I picked the obvious option two)
I began to realize that all those years of wishing and believing I would go abroad for an extended period of time was finally manifesting itself into my life and I knew I had to take this leap and go for it, no matter what.
So I began planning. On September 4, 2017, I compiled a list based off my favorite locations listed in Not Afraid of the Fall. On September 7, 2017, I made my first big public hint about my plan, however, pushing it to the wayside as life got the best of me until December 6, 2017, I re-visited my list after a conversation with my cousin who wanted to go to Europe for graduation and began actually putting the wheels into motion. I set Hopper notifications, I looked up pictures, top travel lists, I immersed myself in everything Europe. And on January 9, 2018, after the most amount of “OMG AM I ACTUALLY DOING THIS?!” texts, I finally pulled the trigger and bought the flight. Round trip to London on July 23 (this clearly ended up changing due those new plans though), returning September 4. I’m not sure what compelled me to pick those dates – I think about it now and worry it’s too long or not enough but in that moment, I listened to my gut.
The months since buying my flight have simultaneously flown by and taken absolutely facking forever. I did some putting off (up until April, I semi felt guilty being so excited for my trip knowing that meant deployment day for my guy would be getting closer) and then a week of furious booking in May (legit 5 flights, 6 bnbs, my Eurail pass, two suitcases, and a laptop purchase in such a short amount of time gave me all the stress hives)
Now I know some of you Type A’s are like how the hell are you doing this? You have no job, no income. What will you do when you get back? How will you explain you just took a hiatus from life? Well let me tell you guys, I’m the Type A of all Type A’s so this has been on my brain since I first thought of this on August 28, 2017. And while I will most likely continue to stress about this over the next 43 days, I’m doing my best to calm the storm and remind myself that everything happens for a reason. And if the past year doesn’t prove that, I don’t know what will. So yes, it’s on my mind, but I’m trying not to let it rule my life and worry about it when I get back (if I ever come back, which I will because duh, Lu & Michael). And speaking of, my cute little pup, she was the absolute hardest to say goodbye to. However, I have the most amazing parents that will be taking care of her so I know she’s in good hands. Just praying I don’t come back to her twice her size because people food, *eye roll*. Lastly, and the thing I think scares me the most, is what will happen to my fitness. I’ve worked so hard over the past couple of years and just a few months ago, I was striving for a BQ. Well now you know why I was giving vague answers about my next attempt or goal for Chicago – which I am still running! And by running, I mean most likely power walking which I know from the Wisconsin Marathon I can hold at a thirteen minute pace, *hair flip*. The opportunity to run Boston will never go away which is why I’m okay putting that dream on hold for a little bit in order to fulfill another (which includes getting fluffy and eating & drinking my way through a different continent). And tbh, despite all of these worries, it’s also just really facking freeing. I feel so thankful that I have the opportunity to do this and that I have the greatest support system encouraging me to live my dreams (looking directly at you Michael for telling me I had to go no matter what – thank you for that and just everything ❤️).
All my love,
Constance (is about to be on the run in Europe!)
Pretty sure we’ve seen this image before 🤔 That’s right guys, it’s happening again only this one was planned (even though it didn’t play out exactly how it was supposed to 🤦🏼♀️ #cantplanwiththenavy). Check out what got me here #ontheblog and see ya in 6 weeks America! 👋🏼 #linkinbio • • #constantlyontherun #travelaway #travel #igersparis #passionpassport #girlswhotravel #girlslovetravel #thetravelwomen #travelgirls #travelbloggers #travelinggram #exploringtheglobe #tasteintravel