When we were younger my parents made it a point not to tell us when/if we were going on vacation or when/if they were planning something special. They did this to harbor the importance/excitement of surprises and the need for spontaneous adventure (and protect to us from disappointment if for some reason things didn’t turn out.)
In school, I didn’t participate in countdowns. I rarely share my future travel/adventure plans. My friends know that I don’t get excited about events until they’re within a days reach. Not for Christmas, not for birthdays and not for trips. I need it to be real. I need to feel it. I need to have earned it. I’m not a pessimist, I’m just weird like that.
Well, within 24 hours, my parents will be here in my car. They will be in my car in Hawaii. They will be in my car in Hawaii with ME. And I am finally getting excited!!
And BONUS. I talked my sister into coming toooooooo. She’ll be here FRIDAY.
This post has made me realize how few photos I have with my family. This trip will be different. It will, I promise.
I can’t wait to just b weird with these weirdos.