For my birthday last August my parents and my husband conspired to get me a trip to Paris. I’ve been dying to go to Europe for forever. I really wanted to do a study abroad in college, but was too financially responsible to take out a loan to go on a trip. I’ve always regretted that I didn’t throw caution to the wind and go, since in college you are only responsible for yourself. Now I am a productive member of society with a mortgage, retirement account, and a husband and two kids, I have to be more responsibly for my money.
My husband knew about how much I was dying to travel, so he arranged for me to go with my sister and for him to take a week off work to stay with the kids.
I haven’t really looked into what I want to do while I’m there (besides eat) because the date has always seemed so far away. But now it is getting closer and closer, and I’m started to get excited! When I’m feeling really horrible and I’m upset about how I can’t do anything I want to do, my happy thought is Paris.