I've always had the view that I hated the unknown. It scares me. I like to have some idea and some sense of control of the situations I'm getting myself into.
I was just browsing flights to go travelling (I won't be able to depart for another year and a half, but curiosity often gets the better of me) and I was getting carried away, imagining myself landing back in Australia. And the first thought of had, was how exciting it would be having that feeling of not knowing what was on the road ahead.
So now I'm left confused. How can I be so terrified of the unknown, yet crave the thought of it? It doesn't make any sense.
