Moving is exhausting. Mhm today I packed a few more boxes. I have weeks till I go on vacation. Scheduling times to move furniture. Everything’s going according to the plan. Lots of moving pieces. I’m shocked how much tape it takes to pack the boxes.
Before I begin I booked my trip months ago unaware I would need to move out of the apartment. With my landlord giving his notice and making sure I was out by the specified date. It was a punch to the gut. I had known for awhile that I would need to move out but this confirmed the details. Don’t worry it was nothing major he just needed space for his family to move into the apartment. There was nothing I did to cause it. If anything this was the beginning of my adventure.
As for the trip I called customer services not understanding that I needed to call to confirm the payment. I’m glad I did. I assumed they would take out the full payment the day of but I called to double check and then called. A few logistical calls. To make sure my vacation was in place.
Planning a vacation can be stressful and I made sure to add the cancel for any reason. Unaware a few weeks from then I would get the letter from my landlord. I went back and forth between canceling the trip. The what ifs in my head go louder.
“No I didn’t want to cancel the trip.” Just because I had to move the day of my trip just meant I need to plan it logically. Even before booking the trip it took me a week to accept that I wanted to go on vacation. When I looked at the price apart of me was happy, ” Yes you deserve something for yourself.” And the other part of me felt guilt.
“When was the last time you took a vacation? Not accommodating for other family members. Not sleeping in the bath tub or couch. A vacation where you get to relax fully not on anyone’s timeline?” I winced and sighed and admitted,
“Never.” The part of me that was relieved to say the truth outloud. The part of me replaying events where during my cruise vacation I got the couch. Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for the experience but my comfort was minimalized.
On the cruise I had went to dinner up to the solarium. I would sit there and eat a lovely dinner while my waiter was kind to me. Without the drama without judgment I could eat and enjoy the moment. I could hear the waves and live in the moment.
During the night I would walk and explore. Get pizza and sit and enjoy myself. The point of a vacation is to have memorable moments. Not moments filled with anxiety or fear. Taking a bite out of 4 of the desserts I wanted because I could. Watching the sea roar to life as I cruised. Watching the city hum to life as morning filled it.
A vacation where I get to pick my own adventure. It’s funny most of the time when my intuition sparks I see scenes of movie clips. The Goonies movie comes to mind. For those of you who don’t know i’m intuitive. I always have been.
I have to admit when my friends said they went to Disney for a school trip or traveling to the tropics I would be a little bit envious. “Ah vacation thats right, I wish I could go. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”the little part of me that wanted to say, ” please take me..I want to come too.”
I want to make this pretty clear. The vacation is already paid off. I’m the type to pay on time. I would highly recommend not taking out loans or getting into debt because of a vacation. At the end of the day it’s your life.
The trip being paid already gives me a stress free vacation. Stress free is what I owe myself after years. While speculation may happen about how the trip happened. I wanted to book a vacation haha. That’s all. That’s all there is to it. No magic just me deciding for myself that I earned it.
The tropics lounging at the pool. I hope I will get to blog about my experiences and write a wonderful post.
Reconecting with my teenage self. I’ve always been on the move. My first move was when I was in middle school. Moving from my hometown gave me a new start. Repeating a grade was annoying. But it would take me on a journey. Finding out I loved anime and cosplay.
Moving away from old patterns and finding myself again. Recently I did have a conversation about my boundaries and what it meant to me. That’s a huge step from where I was a few years ago. I would have put up with it.
I’ve gotten used to moving around packing up and starting over. The apartment that I ended up finding after doing the tour had everything I possibly wanted. When I knew I had to begin looking for a place to settle down it was hard. I had to ask myself what I wanted. The town I was in wasn’t near the city or accessible.
I told the universe, ” I only want a few options. I’ll pick one and stop looking. The apartment needs to have a washer and dryer a tub a balcony and peace.” Following the few weeks I had looked at a place around my hometown.
“Are there parties that go on here?” The apartment seemed nice but too cramped. I was rushed into making a decision but I mentally put my thoughts on pause. I was disappointed but also hopeful I would find something.
I value quiet spaces where I can work quietly without being disturbed. My creativity flows better. The new potential apartment was a few hours away. I listed out the pros and cons and planned. “What would this looked like if I planned it right after my vacation?”
It must seem insane to be planning both at the same time. But slowly all of it is going according to plan. Moving out a day before making sure everything is in order. Then flying into the tropics. Coming back and moving in.
A part of me hesitated about the trip and move but it would line up perfectly. And so my adventure begins in the Airport early in the morning. Watching the sunrise as I fly over the clouds. One more step towards my future. A brand new home awaiting me when I come back.
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