I’m a planner. From dentist’s appointments in six months to haircuts in six weeks, I schedule things. If you ask some people what they’re doing this weekend, they’ll say they don’t know. If you ask me, I’ll list my morning workout, when I’m doing homework, and what errands will be run afterward before I see who-and-who at such-and-such time for dinner at blank place.

I’ve also always wanted to go abroad. This has been a dream since high school. In tenth grade I decided I wanted to join the Peace Corps. In college I tried to study abroad, but my parents blackmailed me out of that. And in more recent months Sara and I have been plotting an overseas adventure that became waylaid by life.

Last night I booked my first trip abroad. Without planning.