I don’t know about you, but most of the trip reports I read follow pretty much the same format. They chronicle the events of the day(s), detail the features of the room(s), meal(s), and flight(s), and extol the wonders of points and miles. Far be it from me to dismiss, disparage, or detract from anyone’s fabulous vacation (in fact, I applaud and appreciate every trip – hooray!), but I have to say: my trips usually don’t play out in the same way. So I can’t always relate to the reports I read.
In my family, a lot of craziness goes down, things never go as planned, and there is always some yelling and at least one tantrum per day. Since this is such a big trip for us (we’re spending five weeks traveling through Japan, France, and Spain), it only makes sense that the action is starting now.
So…this is the first post of my many-part trip report. It’s the report I wish I could have read before I started this trip; a series titled, “Would We Do This Again?”
Right now, the answer is a big MAYBE.
(Note that the post below was written before the intro, when I was still mad, sad, and acting bad).
It’s 10:21 pm. I just spent the last two hours watching Orange Is The New Black while Josh folded laundry and the kids did the dishes, then got themselves into bed.
That might sound decadent or fabulous until you hear the first part of the story, which is that this all happened after a gigantic family fight…which happened after I got up from the dinner table and locked myself in the bathroom, then got in the car and drove to a nearby park and played Words With Friends while I gathered my sanity.
So it actually wasn’t such a great evening.
What the hell is going on over here? Well, we’re leaving on this huge trip in a few days, I just started a big new job, Josh is trying to get everything settled at his job while he takes off for five weeks, we’re renovating an apartment (long story), we’re prepping our house for house-sitters, and a few more things, just for fun.
So…right now I’m not so sure that this was a great decision. I know everything will just have to happen, and that it will be fine (or even – dare to dream – great!) but right now I’m staring into the void of an empty suitcase and wondering why.