In my early 20’s, all I did was travel. I worked to save money to spend on a trip. That was my life and it just felt right. I slowly checked off my list of places I wanted to visit and when I turned 25 I had finally seen them all.
Then I met Jason and my priorities changed. We started saving for grown up things like houses and cars. Taking extravagant trips just didn’t seem like what we should be doing at that time.
The travel bug has bitten and I’m ready to plan our next trip. We’re still just thinking about it. But, we have our shortlist of destinations picked:
Renting an RV and driving across Canada, East. Because, you know, we’re a 60 year old retired couple.
Utah. To see the mormons.
Florida. To visit Mickey because I’ve missed him over the past 14 years.
Las Vegas. Because, apparently there’s money burning a hole in our pocket that we’re ready to hand over to the Casinos.
Paris. Because… well, because it’s Paris and it’s the only place in the world that can force me to break into tears on a sidewalk just because it’s that beautiful.