For some reason, right around this time before I leave for vacation, I get really really antsy (don’t believe me? I actually wrote a post LAST year 8 days before I left, too!) Yesterday I was cleaning out the huge walk-in closet in the basement and figured I might as well take out the suitcases from the very back before I put everything else away. And then I was all “it’s not TOO weird to have suitcases out, I need to pack in about a week!” There is just something so thrilling as you count down that last week before hopping on a plane. Things start needing to be done. Errands need to be run, clothes needs to be washed, suitcases need to be dusted off.
I’ve done a LOT less research for this trip than I have for most of the other ones I’ve taken in recent years, which feels very strange. I’m not sure why I’m winging it, it seems so out of the ordinary for me, but I’m really excited to just spend two weeks in the sunshine and by the ocean (or, you know, ON the ocean, as it goes with a cruise).
We haven’t booked any excursions for our cruise which is out of the ordinary, but I’m looking forward to learning more about our options once we’re actually on the ship. I can’t wait to explore and read and hopefully not get terrible motion sickness. I’m excited to wake up every single morning in a new location, without the stress of catching trains/planes/busses and lugging around 45 pounds on my back. This trip is definitely a HUGE change of pace from my last two years of travels. I’m anxious, excited, nervous, happy, counting down the days/minutes/seconds. It feels surreal.
I’ve spent all year wanderlusting. I’ve wanted to travel nonstop, have not had the money for it (I still don’t, but hey, you only live once right??) and I can’t BELIEVE it’s already been a year since I was in Brazil- since I came home, prepared to leave for my wonderful trip to Europe. I miss every second of it. I have literal heart pains when I think of it too much, because last summer was just so darn amazing.
8 days until I get to make some new travel memories. Bury the last ones a little bit further, and have these new ones to push me until I can afford the next big trip. Have I mentioned I’m excited yet?!
Are you a wanderlust like me? Where would you go right now if you could pack your bags and hop on a plane?