I Want To Share A Trip Down Memory Lane
[b][u]Our Holiday (Chapter 1)[/u][/b]
So... I've just recovered from the second concussion of my lifetime, and I didn't get it how you'd expect, but more on that later. For now, there's so much to catch you up on.
So the guy that I was apprehensive about continuing to date in my last post... well... we're still dating and we just got back from our 2-week vacation. When he asked me if it was something that I wanted to do, I was hesitant, because I'm already in the middle of starting a new chapter in my life (going back to school to become a medical doctor), and since I recently quit my job, I've been tight for cash. Going on a 2-week long vacation just didn't seem to make sense within my life at the moment. He argued that once school started I would be too busy to take a vacation for a long time and that the holiday might be a nice refresher before the quarter starts back up.
There was a moment when I almost backed out of going on the trip again, but then he finally persuaded me to say okay. I wasn't sure if it was the cultural difference here, whereas someone from the UK he valued his vacation and holiday time and as an American (me), I felt guilty or stressed about taking a vacation. In the end, I said okay. He was so excited, he asked if he could plan the entire trip. I said that would be fine (considering I half didn't want to go anyways, having some of the pressure of planning taken off of me sounded great).
About two weeks before the trip he showed me a loose itinerary. The first half was supposed to be a bit of exploring national parks and the second half was going to be spent in Las Vegas. I know that the guy that I date is a romantic at heart, and we both had a little romance in mind for the trip, so I packed hiking gear for the parks, and dressy/romantic stuff for what could possibly occur later.
Well, we had a safe and timely flight, but from there it was all downhill. It was 6pm when we picked up our rental car and he promptly informed me that we were in for a 4-hour drive to our first Airbnb. I was kind of aggravated, because I was already tired from the trip and just wanted to put my things down and rest, not drive for 4 hours... but I remained positive and offered to drive this first stretch, I knew there was a lot more driving ahead of us on this trip. With stops for the restroom and food included, and making winding turns through a small little town, we got to the Airbnb around midnight.
I couldn't tell what the house looked like from the outside, but upon entering I saw that it was a charming cabin-style home with white pine log walls and Native American art and pottery all along the walls and adorning the furniture. He lit up with excitement upon entering the room. He informed me in his British accent that he had never been in a space like this before. He admired the southwestern decor and walked into the next room in hopes of discovering more points of interest. As I looked around, I began to understand what his idea of romantic and exciting was.
We were in a remote location. In the middle of nowhere, with rustic decor, and wooden walls... far away from the city lights. I suppose to some, this would be a romantic spot, but I was from the middle of nowhere, I know all about rural life to the point where it is no longer endearing to me, but instead mundane. When he had asked me to come on this trip I thought that I'd be seeing something new, experiencing something new... After doing my nighttime routine and sliding under the covers, it made me wonder if he even knew me at all.
So... I've just recovered from the second concussion of my lifetime, and I didn't get it how you'd expect, but more on that later. For now, there's so much to catch you up on.
So the guy that I was apprehensive about continuing to date in my last post... well... we're still dating and we just got back from our 2-week vacation. When he asked me if it was something that I wanted to do, I was hesitant, because I'm already in the middle of starting a new chapter in my life (going back to school to become a medical doctor), and since I recently quit my job, I've been tight for cash. Going on a 2-week long vacation just didn't seem to make sense within my life at the moment. He argued that once school started I would be too busy to take a vacation for a long time and that the holiday might be a nice refresher before the quarter starts back up.
There was a moment when I almost backed out of going on the trip again, but then he finally persuaded me to say okay. I wasn't sure if it was the cultural difference here, whereas someone from the UK he valued his vacation and holiday time and as an American (me), I felt guilty or stressed about taking a vacation. In the end, I said okay. He was so excited, he asked if he could plan the entire trip. I said that would be fine (considering I half didn't want to go anyways, having some of the pressure of planning taken off of me sounded great).
About two weeks before the trip he showed me a loose itinerary. The first half was supposed to be a bit of exploring national parks and the second half was going to be spent in Las Vegas. I know that the guy that I date is a romantic at heart, and we both had a little romance in mind for the trip, so I packed hiking gear for the parks, and dressy/romantic stuff for what could possibly occur later.
Well, we had a safe and timely flight, but from there it was all downhill. It was 6pm when we picked up our rental car and he promptly informed me that we were in for a 4-hour drive to our first Airbnb. I was kind of aggravated, because I was already tired from the trip and just wanted to put my things down and rest, not drive for 4 hours... but I remained positive and offered to drive this first stretch, I knew there was a lot more driving ahead of us on this trip. With stops for the restroom and food included, and making winding turns through a small little town, we got to the Airbnb around midnight.
I couldn't tell what the house looked like from the outside, but upon entering I saw that it was a charming cabin-style home with white pine log walls and Native American art and pottery all along the walls and adorning the furniture. He lit up with excitement upon entering the room. He informed me in his British accent that he had never been in a space like this before. He admired the southwestern decor and walked into the next room in hopes of discovering more points of interest. As I looked around, I began to understand what his idea of romantic and exciting was.
We were in a remote location. In the middle of nowhere, with rustic decor, and wooden walls... far away from the city lights. I suppose to some, this would be a romantic spot, but I was from the middle of nowhere, I know all about rural life to the point where it is no longer endearing to me, but instead mundane. When he had asked me to come on this trip I thought that I'd be seeing something new, experiencing something new... After doing my nighttime routine and sliding under the covers, it made me wonder if he even knew me at all.
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