The trip FROM HELL!!!


This past weekend my family and I decided to take an impromptu trip to Atlanta, Georgia. Now, I love reading and looking at pictures of travel and people's adventures on social media. It's soooo inspiring and makes me want to live those sorts of experiences. So we naively booked a hotel in Atlanta and immediately started fantasizing about all the cozy cafes we'd eat in, beautiful parks we would hit up and any other adventurey types of things you see on the internet. Getting there was a HUGE hassle. We drove for almost 7 hours, hitting traffic in the middle for a really long time. It was excruciating...to sit there without inching for an hour. OH. GOD. the last time I saw a bottle neck like that was when i lived in New York. Upon reaching Georgia, it was truly the trip from hell we were not anticipating. The hotel we booked was overflowing with guests coming in and out. And...there was no parking left. So we had to park a block away and across the street. I already wanted to go home. We were so exhausted that we decided to just eat something within walking distance. No fancy night outing or restaurants out in the city. It was just too frustrating. I really did just want to turn back at this point and go home. but we already booked a hotel and didnt want to waste money. We went to a pizza and pasta restaurant around the corner and the service was just terrible. My pasta was served burnt. Yep. We honestly had no time to do anything since were leaving tomorrow. we hopped in the car around 11am the next orning so that we could get onto our 7 hour ride home. Again...bottleneck traffic. It was an excruciating trip and i kind of saw it as the biggest waste of my precious weekend time. Why am I telling all this? Welp, because I think its about time we de-glam this whole idea that social media, the internet, and maybe even tv commercials give us...that travel is smooth and beautiful. Not at all! I've learnt a valuable lesson here that has stripped the vanity, pulled the lid off of something I thought was a very glamorous and cool thing. Travel is unpredictable and oh so messy. You feel dirty and smelly, you have to sit in the same vehicle ( whether that's a car or airplane) for a prolonged amount of time, and you just dont always get the kind of food your looking for depending on where you go. Recovering form this trip took a day. I had to rest and recuperate and I was just so darn happy to be home when i actually got home. I reveled in my own bathroom, living room, and I hugged and squeezed my cat so hard! I really appreciated having my space all over again. We're trying it again even after this disaster of a mini-vacation. Next weekend we are going to a place 3 hours away WITHIN the state we live in...hahahha... 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

 MONDAYS!!! Mondays really are the worst. They are the slowest and exruciating start to a hellish week. My Monday was just awful today because of one particular person. A coworker of mine disrepsected my boundaries and I felt I needed to speak up this time around. I always struggle with avoiding conflict in work places. I dont say anything but sometimes you just need to let people know they cant mess with you. I asserted to her that I did not like what she did. When I called her out she got so angry that she threw a temper tantrum at me. I felt so direspected and angry. How could she turn the whole thing back on me? She clearly made the mistake, so why did she take her frustrations back out on me? I hate work, having a 8 to 5 is torture. Absolute torture. You have to watch everything you say, be profesional even when someone is harassing you. Its just not fair.
Read more

VULNERABILITY.

 it's so exhausting to always come from a place of strength, isnt it? To always know what to say, to always know when to stand up and how to stand up. To have the perfect words in a situation. It's something I struggle with. In our fast and dangerous world, I always feel a need to protect myself. And Im always in an attack mode and it truly costs me. Weeks and months go by and i start to feel I have hardened into this stone of a person who doesnt know how to just be as I am. Always being strong and tough hurts me. Sometimes I just want to be weak, I want to be fragile and broken. I want my heart to crack open and feel. I forget this all the time. And its days like this when a voice tells me...I just want to be vulnerable. Like a neglected child beckoning for attention. Like that 6 yr old self that wants someone to look at them and notice what they need. Let my heart open, flood, and feel.
Read more