Plane Ticket/ Bank Account Issues

Sunday, April 8th: The Panic & Frustration

I’ve mentioned several times on this blog that I want to gain more travel experience. Saturday (yesterday) I was given a huge dose of experience. My card was declined, not once, but twice. Then I couldn’t get into my online banking. I called the telephone teller and sure enough, my account is locked. Also, when I saw I called the teller, I mean that I entered my account number for the robot on the other end to tell me my account is locked. Thanks for nothing, by the way.

Anyway, my bank is closed on Sundays (of course), so I have to wait until Monday. That’s a whole day  – I know, so terrible first world problems – of me refusing to let myself panic, wondering if my bank account is compromised or something. I know that is was probably tripped by me buying my plane tickets and my AirBnB rooms. However, I am  terrified.

Monday, April 9th: The Resolution

They didn’t tell me why my account was frozen. However, they gave me a new card and gave me access to my online banking. Phew – nightmare over. I’m kind of glad I was issued a new card, because now I don’t have to worry about any previous attempted purchases going through.

The Lesson 

What has this taught me, you ask? First , I need a credit card. Using my bank card for everything could leave me without a means of purchase when I go on vacation. It’ll be nice to have a backup. I know that it’s important to call your company before you leave for a vacation so they don’t automatically freeze your card. However, that’s kind of difficult to do when you don’t have a credit card.

The problem with smaller banks is they don’t always have the infrastructure to help you. I couldn’t get in contact with a real person until i went into the bank. If I was in a different country, I’d have to wait for opening hours to call the branch and who knows if they’d be able to help me over the phone. Not to mention, what if I have an issue Satuday after they close and can’t do anything until Monday? That’s a long time to be cut off when you’re in another country. Pending these concerns, I’m going to have to contact my bank (ha!) and make sure that my trip to Costa Rica will not be a problem. ESPECIALLY because at my bank, they don’t unfreeze cards they only issue new ones. Can you imagine me being stuck in another country for two weeks, unable to access my bank account, having to rely on only a credit card? It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

If you have any tips or suggestions, please let me know! Have you ever been cut off from your money in a foreign country? How did you manage? 

-Knurly 

 

Travel Anxiety – I waited too long

Cover image here (found on Wikipedia)

Hello fellow wannabe full-time travelers, it’s Knurly. Today is a sad story of how I increased my Costa Rica trip’s cost by a hundred dollars, due to an inability to “pull the trigger.” Of course, my new trip time-slot has allowed me to take a Summer II semester course, but that’s not the point of this post. I found an amazing flight from my city to San Jose, round trip for two people, for a total of 730 bucks. However, I waited too long due to some commitment anxiety and I lost my opportunity. In fact, the ticket prices increased so significantly I was sure my trip had been cancelled. Alas, I was able to figure it out. Note: I always figure it out.

Note: I do not watch Riverdale

However, this new cheap flight, which by the way, is costing me about 840 dollars total, has three layovers. Yes, my first trip without any parents will involve a trip with three layovers/change offs, and I’m not even quite sure what an airport gate is, how you find your gate, or even proper airport etiquette. In other words, I’m a mess, please follow my blog. That’s not to mention I’m flying two different airlines: Delta there and Southwest back. It could be worse, and I’m sure seasoned travelers are used to this. I am not.

 

Jean skirt, sneakers, and white ankle socks? Seriously?

Since we’re on the topic of mass anxiety, I am fearful that I am embarking on a cookie-cutter trip. It’s so hard looking at these amazing experiences that other travelers have, because it makes me question if I’m really getting my money’s worth. However, I have restrictions that some other do not have. For example, it’s too expensive for me to rent a car because I’m (not even) 21. Also, this is be my first trip without family. There’s always been another adult around, and they’ve planned the trip. I can rely on them. However, I planned this trip all by myself. I’m the adult now. And regardless of how the trip goes, I’ll learn and get better at planning as time goes on. Besides, seasoned travelers make mistakes. too

We can file this post under several categories: first world problems, overgrown young adult realizes they have to be mature now, and overcoming anxiety. Anyway, there’s a lesson to be learned here: PULL THE TRIGGER – after you plan everything out of course. I can fully understand some of you may have trouble parting with your hard-earned money. In fact, that’s what prevented me from booking my flight to begin with. Your bank account can be replenished, but you can’t enjoy a trip you never went on. That’s what I have to keep telling myself.

-Knurly 

Fat In England: A Travel Diary

*First off I’d like to thank everyone who has followed my blog! I really appreciate it.

Welcome to the first travel diary! I spent over a week in England during the Summer of 2016 (and then a few days in Iceland). It’s scary how long ago that trip was. It was my first “big” trip, spanning roughly two weeks total. I’m almost crying at the fact that this trip will be two years old this summer! Yeek! Where did the time go?

However, I won’t be detailing anything specific in this post, because I feel the title needs some explaining. First of all, it would be a total waste not to blog about my past travel experiences. It’s content I’ve already created! Second, I wasn’t really “fat,” so to speak. However, I was definitely overweight at this point in my life. I had gained 40 pounds my freshman year after losing 15 pounds when my ex dumped me over the summer. It wasn’t a very consistent time in my life for weight. Surely but slowly over the first two semesters I jumped from my lowest to my highest weight.

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Taken less than one month before my trip by a friend

The gain wouldn’t have been as huge of a deal if I had managed to lose some of that weight BEFORE the biggest trip of my life. I didn’t. When I look back on the pictures I took of myself atop a grassy knoll, or next to Stonehenge, I’m simply reminded of how much I weighed. My weight put somewhat of a damper on my happy memories. I remember feeling ugly and insecure.

But let’s make this more positive: I don’t weigh as much anymore. I don’t have to feel guilty about how much I weigh either. Why should my previous weight stop me from remembering how much fun I had while traveling? I think it’s time to scratch off the film of insecurity that’s been plastered on top of my memories.

I want to ask all of you: have you ever gone on a trip or did something else significant in your life before losing weight? Did you regret not losing the weight beforehand? Maybe it was your wedding, or your high school prom. Did you find it difficult to separate the joy of the occasion with the negativity that surrounded it, or do you think it’s important we never forget the reality of our lives? I’d like to know.

-Knurly