I am currently crippled with worry. And fear.
All of my loved ones, every single one, will be flying off to a three week trip to Osaka, Japan, come late November.
All of them will be there, without me.
Of course, I was included. Out of choice, I opted out. Next year, I too will embark a journey to the land of the rising sun. My first international trip that is completely self-funded, through my own blood, sweat and tears. The idea of it is exhilarating, particularly while waist-deep in a seemingly never-ending semester of university.
But what if something happens? A crazed trigger-happy gunman? Their tour bus skidding on the sleet and overturning on the journey to the snowcapped mountaintops? A terrorist targeting the so-called infidels? A plane crash? - which was once a laughable thought due to its rarity, but as of the past two years became far too real a fear.
...An earthquake?
Something, that takes away every single person I hold dear to my heart. The only people I pray for whole-heartedly. My family.
And then I will truly be alone.
I worry. I cannot help myself. I can only pray.
