The other day when I was looking through our pictures from Paris and London from last summer, I found myself getting teary and longing to be back there. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that not a week goes by that we don't reminisce about our trip. Financially last year was a disaster and had we known what was coming our way, we wouldn't have booked that trip in the first place. Thank God we didn't know.
I've mentioned before that I grew up poor. There often wasn't money to pay the bills so there clearly wasn't money for trips. Subsequently, I grew up thinking that travel wasn't important. As a young adult I always felt like it was a waste of money and that I'd rather spend that money on things than experiences. Oh the ignorance of youth. I now realize that the complete opposite is true and while I sat on a sofa and loveseat last year that were clearly in need of replacing, I did so while the memories of a European adventure danced in my head. It was worth it, although to be truthful that slipcovered sectional I've long been dreaming about is my top priority this year.
Right this moment, my only means of escape is looking at these pictures and dreaming of our next travel adventure. Hopefully that will help take my mind off the fact that it is 50° colder than on this same day last year.