Today N and I leave for our very first vacation together. Three and a half years and we’ve never been anywhere together besides visiting family along the east coast (we’re road trip people). It’s also the longest flight (and only the second) flight we’ve ever taken together. If you haven’t read the story about the first flight we took together, just know that you should probably feel really bad for N.
You would think that I’d feel better with him with me on an airplane but in our first experience, he kind of had the opposite effect. Instead of me keeping myself in check (for fear of looking like the crying idiot), I felt like having my love sit beside me made me more aware of the life (and more specifically, my life and future with him) that would be taken away from me, should the plane go down.
Feel free to read all about my absurd fear of flying in these posts:
This is absolutely not the reason we haven’t taken a vacation together. We just haven’t. I guess it’s been a money/time off/priorities issue. My family did not vacation frequently and as an adult, I really haven’t either. Until I have ample money in savings, it seems like I shouldn’t blow a couple grand so I can relax. Frankly, I’m not that stressed anyway.
So today we jet off to San Francisco. As a former Californian, I’m so excited to show N some of my favorite places. After two days in San Francisco, we’re heading to Lake Tahoe for Kaylin’s wedding (remember how I felt about her getting engaged?). I’ll be doing my bridesmaid thang, like trying not to ugly cry when she walks down the aisle (spoiler alert: the ugly cry will happen no matter what), achieving the perfect level of drunkenness (i.e. a good buzz all night but not too shwasty face), and being the most enthusiastic dancer to SHOUT you’ve seen in your life.
So is it technically just a vacation? Not really. But with 4 days off in a row, a 6 hour flight, and staying in a nice hotel, I say it counts!
Want to keep up with how things are going? Follow along on Instagram. I’m sure I’ll be blowing up your feed. Can’t wait to see all the super classy pictures N snaps of me while I’m drooling on myself on our cross-country flight.