Admittedly, I was nervous as hell weeks, days leading up to my first trip over seas. Even though the travel ban that your president just initiated seemingly has nothing to do with my trip in particular, I couldn’t help but make up silly things in my over analyzing mind. Even family and friends jokingly said things like “I hope you don’t get over there and be denied coming back home”. My folks were more worried than I was. I mean, I was literally about to be on the other side of the world. Random check-ins before I even had bags packed became a normal occurrence. Thoughts of the plane going down and trauma from 9/11 were seemingly moving to the forefront of my thoughts. I’m hear to be transparent with y’all. As silly as it may sound, I did play those things out in my head. There were so many things that could go wrong, but I decided that I would wake up the day of the trip refreshed, prayed up, and make a conscious effort to leave all of my worries to the man above.