…Let me start from the beginning.
On Friday I came home after a stressful week and the first thing I did was look at plane tickets to Spain. I’ve already whined on here about how much I miss traveling. I had been tracking those tickets for months, but the more miserable I got, the more I found myself looking.
I immediately noticed was that they had dropped in price. Wow, I thought. If I budget myself for once I could actually afford this.
Usually at this point common sense would prevail and I’d go back to watching Law and Order SVU. There was no way I could do a 6 month trip to South America in October and still go to Spain for a few weeks in May.
But then…I started to think.
Last year I had been on the brink of doing something similar. I had found a dirt cheap flight to Barcelona and thought about spending New Year’s there. For one reason or another I backed out and waited to go until June. The money for that trip ended up going towards Vegas, a place I like but didn’t need to see a third time, and a bunch of stupid shit, like tanning packages and gourmet hummus with pita chips.
Then…I thought some more.
I’m 25 years old. After school ends in May, I have nothing tying me down here…but I don’t know how much longer that will be the case. None of my friends can take 3 weeks off work.
I was on the brink, and then I thought about what it would be like if I DIDN’T go: every single day would be spent working and thinking about what I was missing out on.
Oh my god, that was all I needed. I grabbed my credit card and bought the ticket in a rush, not even checking to see if the dates were right. I did it fast so I wouldn’t have time to turn back. And then I clicked Confirm for the sale.
The computer took FOREVER.
I screamed when I saw the confirmation page, and then I jumped up and down all around my apartment, and then I put on Avicii and I danced by myself, and then I jumped some more, and I screamed, and then I cried.
I fixed my insane appearance and left to babysit. “So how have you been?” the mother asked me.
“Well, it was a really bad week, so I bought a ticket to Spain.”
HOW MANY TIMES WILL I BE ABLE TO SAY THAT?!
Spain, I can’t wait to see you again, and lie face-down in the sand all alone, phoneless, on some beach in Andalucía.