My name is Megan and my guilty pleasure is long haul flights and aeroplane food. Can we still be friends? I am 100% totally obsessed with long haul flights and when I tell people this they think I’m insane. I’m just fascinated with planes and the way they fit so much onto one aircraft. Seriously, I get all the food groups on one dinner tray the size of my laptop (pass me your cheese and crackers if you aren’t interested, they compliment my mini bottled wine perfectly 😉 ).
It gives me the greatest pleasure to watch my savings account get completely depleted with the purchase of a plane ticket and the booking of hotels and trains on the other side of the globe. In just four short months Tim and I are off for our next big trip to do a tour of our favourite cities in Europe. Four perfect little weeks to soak it all back up again and say hello to the places we love most.
I find the older I get the harder it is to make decisions about whether or not to blow cash on such things. The fear that I should just settle down at home and stop spending my money on such an expense keep coming back at me. Part of me feels as if I’m trying to hold onto the ambitious 21 year old I used to be, who knew she had years and years ahead of her to save for a house and be locked down in financial responsibilities for the majority of her life therefore what’s one more trip – savings can start tomorrow. But then I realise that I actually have my own house already, and if I want to blow the cash rather than pay the place down quicker then that my friends, is exactly what I shall do.
Something just lifts off my shoulders when I know little adventures are on the horizon. Work becomes easier, saving becomes easier, my Pinterest searches become just a little more strategic and targeted in content. That sort of thing.
Here’s a quick list of our itinerary
Paris, Dubrovnik, Venice, Positano, Rome, Berlin, London, Paris…. only because the return flights were ridiculously cheap so we’re flying in and out of Paree.
I get nervous telling people where we are going, especially because for most of these cities we’ve visited them either together or separately, several times. But they make us happy and we know what we’re getting and can’t wait to see it all one more time for the record books. Do you do the same thing? As in travel to a particular place that you just love and yet feel no guilt that you’re “wasting your time visiting it again and again”? That’s often what I’m faced with when people find out I’m heading back to London…. A.G.A.I.N. But I’m not even the slightest bit sorry anymore. I used to let that type of response bother me or make me second guess myself, but as the mortgage debt increases with my age, so does my ability to just do what I do without the weight of worrying what someone else will think about.
If I didn’t have two incredible weddings booked in to attend in the weeks before we leave, then I might just say it’s the only thing getting my through the days until September.
Four months and counting….