No Flights, Just Feelings

So… I think it’s hitting me: I’m more depressed than usual now that I don’t have another vacation to plan. For a while, I didn’t even realize that planning trips had become my escape. Looking up flights, building itineraries, dreaming of the next destination. It gave me something to focus on that wasn’t, well... *life*.

Last year, I took a short trip to Salem, and in May, I recently went on a long weekend to Philly for the Metallica concert, during which I finally visited the Magic Gardens. However, it still doesn’t feel like a true getaway.

My last real vacation was back in 2023 when I went on our Alaskan Disney cruise, and I’m still in full recovery mode (financially). There’s this weird emptiness. I’m working hard on saving money and being more responsible with my spending, which feels good… but also a bit boring. There's nothing exciting on the calendar to look forward to, and honestly, it’s making me feel lower than I expected.

That said, I’ve still got my travel dreams. London and Scotland are high on the list. I want to soak in the history, the cloudy weather, and eat at Frankenstein’s Edinburgh. Iceland’s up there too for the nature vibes and its breathtaking landscapes. And of course, Japan is always calling my name. I might wait for another big Godzilla birthday to make it extra special.

For now, I guess I’m trying to sit with the stillness, get grounded, and remind myself that just because I’m not going anywhere right now doesn’t mean I won’t ever. It’s okay to take a pause. But it’s tough when the world is falling apart, and I have nothing to help me dissociate and distract myself from reality. 😀