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For the past 2 years, Chester brought up this idea that we should go to Europe together. 2 years back, I thought it was going to be impossible. Like I mean, this kind of thing is for married couples right? Honeymooning and stuff. I'm still young, we are still young. Nothing is confirmed. What if I meet "The Right One" in a couple of years time...?

But I don't know what made me want to go to Europe so much. Maybe because a huge part of me really wants to see the world, and perhaps it is because I have been too overly protected by my parents. For the past few holidays with Chester (BKK, etc.), I had to lie to my parents that I was going with a bunch of friends because I couldn't get out of the country with just him. My parents didn't allow even if it means I was 21 years old and earning my own money through temping during my University holidays. I was jealous of those who are able to go freely with their boyfriends, jealous that even my younger brother can openly go overseas with his girlfriend, but I just couldn't. I was already 21, and I thought it was nothing but absurd. Tell me what is the difference between adulthood and the past 21 years of my life then? Nothing.

My parents were against the idea of me going to Europe with my 'bunch of friends' 2 years back, when I told them I wanted to go as my grad trip. It took me like 2 years and many gazillions people to convince them that I am all grown up. People younger than me are also going overseas to pursue a degree and staying overseas by themselves, why can't I? Moreover, I am going for a month, not long term like them...

So me being me, 2 years forward, booked a ticket to Europe with Chester about 4 months back. I feel bad lying to my parents once more but this time I felt I had to make a stand if I wanted something. This trip didn't come easy. I worked my ass 5 months off and saved hard for this. And I made sacrifices, because most of my classmates would be employed by now (and their probations over), and 5 months means that they are 5 months ahead of me. Me, being the kiasu one, cannot swallow it because that means missing out on bonuses, experience, etc. But nevertheless, I secured myself a job right after my trip. Feeling at ease, but at the same time, not looking forward to my trip because when I come back, I have only got a day to rest before I start working forever.... Omg :(

But it's just 3 more days to Europe! This feels way too surreal. Way. Too. Surreal.

Can't imagine myself standing before the attractions, on top of the mountains in Switzerland and stuffing myself with Burgers and Lobsters in London.

Okay till then! So much more to pack. All the pre-holiday jitters already setting in.