A Brief Description of What The Hell I'm Doing and How It All Started

Several months ago, my girlfriend (who I had only been with since December) said, "Hey, do you want to go to Europe?"

"Well of course," I said.  I had been wanting to go to Europe for years.  One of the thousands upon millions who keep saying they will go, but then find something to keep them nice and comfortable and rooted exactly where they are.

Fast forward a couple weeks and I get a text message.

"Tickets to Iceland are only $320 in September.  Should I get them?"

I look at the text, panicked.  If I agree, if she buys the tickets, well then I'm going.  I have to go.  I actually have to do it.  Maybe I'll wait and think about it...and then the second text comes.

"I'm doing it."

.......Should I stop her?  OH GOD WHAT DO I DO, I WANT IT BUT I DON'T AND-

"Tickets are bought!  We're going to Iceland September 12th!"

"...Well there it is," I thought.  "We're going to Iceland."

Now, we are 12 days away from leaving.  We have planned two and a half weeks in Iceland (only one week of which we currently have a booked place to stay in), followed by a plane trip to Dublin on an airline with horrid reviews but the literal only decent price, a plan to stay for 3 months in the U.K. and two and a half months in France, Italy, Spain, Berlin, Amsterdam, Prague, Croatia and everywhere else people have been raving to us about as long as we have the time...and that's it.

6 months in Europe.  Three months in the U.K., three months for everywhere else (thanks Schengen area, I'll explain later).  And I've never been further than Kentucky.

Let the grand adventure begin.