There are certain moments in our lives that I would consider to be “delicious.” And this is a word that I’ve always hated. Something about the way it rolls of the tongue: delicious. The “shusss” just grosses me out. But today was one of those days. I have debated for the last couple of days about how to present it, but I have finally booked my first flight… Tokyo. I have a plan. I finally have a plan. I have an event that marks a big change for me. And so I’ve entered that period of deliciousness. It’s the period of planning, preparing, and counting down the days to departure. From now until the time I leave, I just get to ride out the summer nights and have fun saying my goodbyes.
Besides the goodbyes, I get the joy of planning the trip. I LOVE doing travel research. I love pulling from different sources, reading forums, dealing with departures, organizing my documents, and initially knowing that I’m all set. I have checklists, printed calendars, and books galore! Today I signed up for a credit card to maximize my travel points. I am opening a backup checking account tomorrow. Everything is starting to fall into place. I almost have to take a step back and ask, “Is this what you feel like when you love your job?” haha. If you’re one of the 5 people in this world who actually love what you do, please keep it to yourself.
But this moment is so “d-word” that I really can’t keep it to myself. If the rest of America could get a food-gasm from moments being delicious, we probably wouldn’t be so fat of a country. It isn’t even really about planning my trip, it is about living in the now. In one week I’m going on a pre-vacation to Florida with two of my best friends. We’re going to Disney World. All of a sudden, I feel like I’m going places again. I’m no longer that person sitting aimlessly in a coffee shop.*Happy people get their coffee to go.* I’m still not getting my coffee to go, but I’m definitely sitting with the other losers saying, “Well at least I’m starting to get my shit together.” After my long overdue cabin fever that ran beyond the winter, through the spring, and into my summer, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. So I’m just riding out the days until I leave, soaking up the deliciousness. Tokyo here I come.