A plan.

I think at some point I have had a conversation with every single one of my friends about traveling overseas together. Plans were half made and fantasies sparked but nothing ever happened. All the while, I have kept my hopes high that someday I will make it to Europe with at least one of them. Now, one by one, they're marrying off and my list of possible travel buddies is getting shorter and shorter. After all guys, I mean no offense, but I'd rather not travel with you and your husband. Talk about awkward. Now that I find myself in a position to budget setting a little something aside for a trip, I am becoming more sure by the day that I will be taking this trip on my own. Bring it on. Next summer, after the marathon of weddings, I am going somewhere. Anywhere. Just for myself.