England is Calling.

I’m not fearless.

I am calculating and cautious; a self preservationist at her finest.  The most spontaneous I get is taking a different route to the bathroom.  What a renegade.  I over-analyze: “what if… what if…” And much like Sean Bean, I always die at the end.

Nothing makes me anxious like stepping out of my comfort zone.  As a twenty one-year-old cried in line for the Tower of Terror.  I auditioned for You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown with such panic they asked if I needed an ambulance.  I made a D in Real Analysis, all because I’d show up late, terrified to present my proofs.

Granted, they were really ugly proofs.

I’ve had wanderlust for a long time.  But I’ve always had an excuse not to travel: money and my lack thereof.  Or so I tell myself.  More so, it’s that step into the unknown that holds me back.

Let’s bring us to the now:

J.K. Rowling is releasing a play called Harry Potter and the Cursed Child – a sequel to the Harry Potter series.  As an avid Potterphille and theatre junkie, I was disheartened to know that I’d never have the opportunity to see it.

Regardless, out of kicks and giggles, I signed up to receive emails about Priority Tickets.

When I received one saying that I could get tickets at 11 GMT (7 EST), I was indifferent but I thought I’d give a try.  I’d be up anyway, work was slow, I’d hate myself if I didn’t try.

When I started I was in the queue, with over 16,000 people in front of me.  With a light chortle, I kept the window opened and went about my business.  About an hour later, I was at 5,000 – or 28 minutes.

It was one of those moments where you don’t think.  An opportunity opens up and you decide to go with it, because why not?

what-have-i-done

“You’ve done it!”  I’ve done something alright.

Of course, after alerting the Twitter masses of my reckless purchase I had to cover some bases:

https://twitter.com/raychillie/status/659369785646567424

And analyze my feelings:
https://twitter.com/raychillie/status/659377862550667265

So: I guess I’m going to England.  Or – I can easily return them for full price come December, so there is an “out,” if you will.  But golly – I’d sure like to try and make it work.  To quote my cousin:  “You can do it!  Where’s that feminist gusto?!”

And I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve already picked up my passport paperwork.

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Curmudgeonly cat lady living in the mountains of North Carolina. Occasional artist, former thespian, unwitting mathematician, constant explorer. Collects hobbies and drinks tea.

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