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We Came, We Saw, We Loved; Venice Day 1

I love to travel. But the funny thing is, I am not very good at it. Long rides I find it hard to stay still. I stress about needing to pee. I stress wondering if we are heading in the right direction. I stress about packing; if I brought enough. Will it still fit me once we get there? As if I magically grew from the time I packed to the time we got to our destination.

I stress the entire trip, before it even starts. And as someone with endometriosis, stressing about a trip is intensified x's a million. But yet, I still love it. Traveling makes me feel alive.