Why your bucket list is going to become a fuck-it list from now on

(If you find something really cool, just do it)

For years I've fantasized about packing my suitcase, driving to Schiphol, and stepping onto a plane without knowing where I'm going beforehand. Sounds pretty badass, right? I thought so too.

But oh dear, secretly I'm a huge control freak and hello HELP, if you don't know where you're going, what on earth do you pack? And one more thing: how can I do research on cool lunch spots if I don't even know where on earth I'll end up? Haven't even been able to compare forty hotels? And what if you arrive at the airport and suddenly there aren't any really fun vacations left? Are you going to go back home? Are you standing there with your good behavior and your packed suitcase.  Okay, you get it: because of all those what-ifs, that long-held dream never came to fruition. I was just too much of a wuss.

Until now. My travel tail is wagging because I'm going on a surprise trip tomorrow (YES TOMORROW!) with one of my best friends. The only thing I know? I have three black envelopes at home that have been burning between my fingers for a week and that I am NOT allowed to open. The horror. Through Srprs.me, we booked two tickets for a multi-city trip without thinking too long. Five days, two different destinations. It sounded super fuck-it list-proof and amazing. Whether it will actually be that remains to be seen (keep you posted), but for now I'm super proud of my inner control freak who is letting go and embracing destination unknown.

Because I know (and you probably secretly do too): the coolest things in life happen outside your comfort zone. Just read this.  And the best experiences might just happen when you have NO expectations. So there I go tomorrow, with a hundred kilos of luggage too much (the only thing that, eh, isn't a surprise during this trip) seeking the unknown. It already feels awesome. I would say: if you don't have plans for this summer and feel like a city trip, stop researching, stop reading reviews for hours, embrace the adventure and bring out the child in yourself.

Big kiss,

From me & your passport.
P.S.: Note to myself: Look, you've held out for six days, just one more night. You're really going to open that envelope TOMORROW at Schiphol. God, help me.

P.P.S.: It's going to be 34 degrees at ‘the destination’, that's one thing I do know. WOOHAAAAA. Okay, bye.