Er.. except a dog.
I’m writing this post because I’ve done one of those things I really shouldn’t. We’ve booked 2 little breaks which are happening in the space of a week. We’re spending a dog friendly holiday in Cumbria with our pals and then flying off to Berlin to celebrate my 26th birthday.
Yah, my bank balance is doing a little cry too. And lol, what wedding?
I keep going through those moments of, LET’S JUST CANCEL BERLIN or FORGET CUMBRIA because I’m worried about money. Or I’m worried the car is going to break on the M6. Or I’m worried I just can’t have too much fun and I can’t just have a spare day of annual leave. I most definitely need a week left. When, in actual fact, my brain just needs to shut the hell up and calm down.
Because travel is seriously the best thing money can buy (except a dog). It’s the only thing which will ever make you richer without giving you any money back.
I forever go through these moments, leading up to a holiday, of panic. It’s always before I’ve booked it but as soon as I’ve tapped in my card details, I feel a moment of relief. It’s a trip away or a change of scenery. It’s spending time with the people who you need to surround yourself by and make you feel the best version of you.
We’re going on two different types of holidays. We’re firstly staying in our friend’s cottage in the Lake District with them and Rufus. I love taking Rufus with me everywhere and when I’m surrounded by him and the Geek, I’m honestly the best version I can be. It may only be 3 hours away from home but it’s away. It’s a chance to make new memories surrounded by my favourite people.
It’s funny really. Some of the things you remember from your holidays are the memories of the people you’re with. Not with scenery. I remember when I traveled across America and I will always remember nearly falling in the Colorado River drunk rather than the view. Singing Bohemian Rhapsody on out way to the Grand Canyon. Or the laughs that were shared across the trip. Holidays to Turkey with The Geek are remembered stalking out wild boar and doing shots with barman at 2am. Or when I defeated back to work blues by booking a trip to Copenhagen as it was cheaper than going to the pub. But, Copenhagen had the last laugh as we could have gone to the pub three times for the amount a night out in Denmark cost us.
But, my point is, memories of travelling are the best ones. Who cares if most of my annual leave has gone? This year I’ve had the best year for travel: I’ve been abroad twice, constantly up and down the country in new places and still 2 more trips left to go. Especially seeing as my passport expires in 6 months. Even when it has expired: I’ve got a car and a driving license. I can pop off to anywhere I bloody well like.
Nothing makes you feel richer like experiencing a new culture either. When I went to Denmark at the beginning of the year; I was ready to pack my bags and live there forever drinking coffee. Denmark was never a place I’d consider going before. Whereas, I wasn’t a huge fan of Brussels when I visited there a few years back. Do I regret going? Not at all. It’s always worth paying to go and visit these places. Especially and personally speaking, I have little responsibility. As long as my bills are paid and I’m happy and Rufus is well looked after whilst we’re away, there’s nothing stopping me from getting in that car or on that flight.
So what I’m saying pals is, scour Ryanair flights and pick a random destination. Pick somewhere on the map and jump in the car. Scour National Rail for a cheap ass trainfare. Just go. Make the best memories you can and be the best version of ourselves.