I feel like all I ever do is daydream. In fact, it's probably my most favorite past time.
Lately, though, I've been dreaming about escaping somewhere. I'm getting pretty stir crazy here at home.
So this is my recent daydream trip:
Hitting up Spain
Hiking along the Amalfi Coast in Italy
Island hopping in Greece
Then flying to Paris, my most favorite city in the entire world, to enjoy some nutella crepes, fresh baguettes, pain au chocolat and Amorino's gelato.
Confession: Last night as I ate my toast and nutella, I grabbed the nutella jar and quoted Jerry Maguire.
"Nutella- You. Complete. Me."
Okay, let's get back on track.
I would love to make this daydream a reality, but there's this little thing called money and another little thing called no traveling buddy. I could make it happen, money-wise, but then that would be a big goodbye to most all of my savings. And the no traveling buddy, it's not that I'm afraid to travel alone, I just know myself. I'd get lonely.
I love alone time. It's great. It's wonderful. I can blast whatever music I want and dance around in my underwear and it doesn't matter. But traveling alone? That would get old pretty fast.
I hate those moments when you see something awesome, and you turn to say "wow, did you see that craziness?!" but there's no one there. You try and tell a friend about it later, but it's just not the same. Words fail.
I need someone to be there when I have that wow moment. Someone to share experiences with and to laugh with.
I can be on a plane by myself. I actually prefer it. I love watching people at the airport interacting with each other. Honestly, I could sit in an airport terminal for hours and be entertained. But it's the beyond the airport where I find myself wishing someone was with me.
So that's my problem. I need a friend with some money to travel and a sense of adventure who's up for some awesomeness. Hopefully that friend comes along soon because I don't see a better time to go than now coming up in my future!
Here's to all daydreams coming true!
Dancing in Versailles with my friend Sophie. Or as I like to call her, Quasimoto (long story). Not gonna lie, Versailles would've sucked without a travel buddy.