I have three friends with weddings coming up this summer. The more I hear about it or read about it (Facebook newsfeed is a cesspool of matrimony when you're 20-something), the more I realize I'm not ready to be bound to someone for the rest of my life just yet. I want to have fun first.
As soon as I come up with the funds (by way of either winning the lottery or selling body parts), I am going to take a two-part trip I have been planning for the past five years.
I want to spend one month in India.
...visit the Taj Mahal.
...become enchanted by the Ganges River.
...party on the beaches of Goa.
...visit my dad's hometown.
...stay in a tree house resort down south.
I also want to spend one month in Sweden
...see where my maternal ancestors came from.
..."accidentally" run into Prince Carl Philip. (A girl can dream, right?)
...stay in the Ice Hotel.
This is a trip I always imagined experiencing by myself. I know it sounds cheesy and ridiculously EatPrayLove-ish, but I feel like taking this trip alone would help me not only discover my roots but help me discover myself. I want to feel free before I get myself tied down.
But who knows...these trips are SO expensive (I often calculate the cost in my free time, looking up air fare and hotels and such). There is a good chance I won't be able to take this trip before I'm married. But I'm not giving up. I can't.
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