When I got back from Nashville, I was tired. I'd been to five states in six weeks, I'd just gotten through Hotelpocalypse which seriously was stressful, I was getting cranky that I kept missing out on time with my friends because I was traveling, and I'd hit the point where since my next trip isn't till Memorial Weekend, I just wanted to stop thinking about travel and just take a break.
That night a friend in Alabama pointed out that again I'd been to the south and hadn't been around to see him. So Nick and I kind of started talking about a road trip through the South over a few days.
Then I booked my flights to California.
Then I started talking to my mom about our family road trip in May.
Then we placed our first Disney reservation.
Then I paid up for my part of a house I'm renting with some friends in Michigan for a weekend.
Then I accidentally bought my tickets to get to Disney.
I am a crazy person.
I have reached the point where my schedule can't accommodate too much more for a while, though. In May we road trip to Pennsylvania, June is Michigan, July is LA and SDCC, August might be Portland if things pan out (and if any of you are reading this, chop chop on dates!), October is Disney. Somewhere in there there might be the South trip, and possibly we might do South Dakota. If the opportunity comes up I'd like to visit my dad in Florida or go to LA during the winter while I'm suffering from seasonal affective disorder and having panic attacks about snow. But I've nearly booked up my year, and then I need to start planning for Alaska 2017, and I'm determined to get out of the country next year. I've reached the point where people ask about my weekends assuming I went somewhere, and when I tell them my schedule I get fewer people looking at me like I'm crazy and more "get it, girl" type reactions. I think that's a good thing?
All I know is I think this has become a habit, which would make me happier if I didn't check my travel account standings about twice a day.
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