It has been another weekend of not doing a lot, the classic weekend before payday where you’ve gotta stay in cause you definitely cannot be out buying double gin and lemonades all weekend. It was a weekend of chores. A weekend of necessity but not the weekend of living your best life. And then, after you’ve inhaled your Sunday dinner, yet another person has posted on Facebook,’ I’m off to Australia for a year – see ya’
It’s not what I want; it isn’t what I want at all to be travelling for a year but I cannot help that my heart does a little jealousy pang. Right now, my most missed item is my disposable cash and my passport.
I love the fact this time next year I will be my partner’s wife and I love the commitment we are going to make. I love the venue; I love the butterflies it gives me when I walk around it and the excitement when I drive up the driveway. It’s an exciting time to be me, but I can’t help for that little part of me who needs to have one trip a year.
It was one of the very first things I told The Geek when we first got to know each other. I have an unhealthy obsession with booking plane tickets on a whim and I become a moody, stroppy cow when I don’t get to travel. I told him it’s what I save my money for and all I’ve ever wanted to do is see the world. Not in a rucksack, let’s bugger off for a year kinda travel. In a slower, cheap Ryanair flights, drunk on local beer kinda way; my kinda way. In our 7 years together, we’ve explored so many places and there’s been so many times I’ve text him to tell him I’ve booked a flight to somewhere and please have enough annual leave left.
I don’t just miss getting on a plane; I miss travelling around the UK too. It’s only been the past few years where I’ve truly realised what a beautiful country the UK is. With a car on it’s last legs (6 months more please Paulo!) and all our cash being saved for the wedding, there’s always a pang of guilt if I contemplate going away for even the day. I’m either convinced we’ll be stranded with breakdown coming to rescue us or I know it’s money we need to save.
But I miss it. I really, really miss it. I miss the build up and the excitement of booking a trip. I miss trying to find the best bars to check out; where I can find the value for money and where I can get the best carbonara followed by a Tom Collins. I miss trying the local beer and just going off the beaten track and having somewhere new to explore. I miss that I can’t appreciate that coming home feeling and I miss the quality time I get to spend with The Geek.
For someone who quite happily could spend all their money on plane tickets or petrol, it’s really hard to keep having to push the travel bug down and further down the list of priorities I know it’s not forever, but, it really has made me more determined to see as much as I can in 2018. I can’t wait to book the impromptu trips, or book a day off work to take Rufus to the beach for a day because to me, travel really is the best thing you can buy.