“Never say ‘no’ to adventures. Always say ‘yes’, otherwise you’ll lead a very dull life.” ~ Ian Fleming
I’m writing this from a beach house in Waianae, Hawaii. I booked my ticket Friday night, and left Saturday morning.
I struggled for a few minutes, over whether or not this was a practical thing that a normal, well-adjusted person would do, and then realized, I don’t care.
On our way to Australia, we’ll be spending some time in Thailand, Cambodia, Bali and Singapore.
Yesterday I spent 3 hours at the DMV, and then had to go to the doctor to get 5 shots. I hate shots. My dad once hired an off-duty nurse to come over to our house early in the morning to give us all flu shots, and I hid in my closet. And I was 18.
And the only reason I came out at all was because my 8 year old little brother said “don’t worry jazzy, it’s not so bad, I’ll show you” and went first.
But I know it’s all going to be worth it to see these amazing places in person.
Today was running all sorts of errands to try to get a few more things knocked off my list.
It was also the first day that I would have been working if I was still working, but I’m not, so I wasn’t.
So I guess this is really happening then. Twelve days. Yikes.
We decided last night to drive down to SoCal this morning. It was very last minute, and there were lots of reasons why we probably shouldn’t have come, but I usually find that those are the most memorable adventures.
We’re off to Phoenix in the morning, but we’ve got all night to play in LA.
Love this.
