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It figures that now that I finally have a life that is mature and fulfilling that I would be infected with a particularly pernicious strain of wanderlust. I don't want to keep boring you with details about a trip that hasn't even happened yet, but I'm all about Thailand. Carey and I went to REI for daypacks, I made a huge order on drugstore.com for travel necessities, and I rented guidebooks, travel DVDs and "how to speak Thai" audio lessons from the library.
There is also a professional conference coming up in March (holy cow, that's next MONTH) in Las Vegas, and since I get time off, travel and hotel stipends from work, Carey and I decided to make it a trip for us both. We are staying at the cheapest hotel on the strip since work can only give me a $100 budget, but we made it work, and since Carey has never been there I am SUPER excited.
I guess it's not such a mystery why I'm suddenly aching for travel. Though Carey and I had our respective passports stamped quite a bit when we were single, when we got together we either didn't have the time (me at first) or the money (him at first) or both (us all through grad school) to do anything exotic together. And here we are, two very urbane people, together for 7 years, married for 1, living in a suburb, talking about having a baby soon and having never left the country together. Bananas. My parents actually sent us an email the other day about us coming to stay with them at the beach for a week in July and I had to hold myself back from whinging that the reason we haven't been anywhere crazy or romantic is primarily that we use every vacation day and travel cent to see our families instead. It has been almost three years since my parents traveled to see me. Ugh.
Work has been absolutely INSANE this week. I was out in the field all day Monday and all day Tuesday, seeing three clients a day all over the state and eating fast food in the car, waking up early and writing behavior plans in my pajamas, staying at work until 7pm most nights. I had the advantage, though, of seeing almost all of my clients in person this week, being ahead of the game, and feeling like the week went by in a millisecond.
Part of what made this week so crazy was that I had my defensive driving course on Monday night from 6-10pm. The very first things we did was go around the room and say our first name and for what offense we got our ticket. I should've just made something up. Instead when I said only my name and that I didn't get a ticket, the instructor probed further and I fairly blurted, "I lived in a city for a decade and didn't drive, then I moved here and crashed two cars in a month...... so I thought I could use some tips." Mortifying.
There is also a professional conference coming up in March (holy cow, that's next MONTH) in Las Vegas, and since I get time off, travel and hotel stipends from work, Carey and I decided to make it a trip for us both. We are staying at the cheapest hotel on the strip since work can only give me a $100 budget, but we made it work, and since Carey has never been there I am SUPER excited.
I guess it's not such a mystery why I'm suddenly aching for travel. Though Carey and I had our respective passports stamped quite a bit when we were single, when we got together we either didn't have the time (me at first) or the money (him at first) or both (us all through grad school) to do anything exotic together. And here we are, two very urbane people, together for 7 years, married for 1, living in a suburb, talking about having a baby soon and having never left the country together. Bananas. My parents actually sent us an email the other day about us coming to stay with them at the beach for a week in July and I had to hold myself back from whinging that the reason we haven't been anywhere crazy or romantic is primarily that we use every vacation day and travel cent to see our families instead. It has been almost three years since my parents traveled to see me. Ugh.
Work has been absolutely INSANE this week. I was out in the field all day Monday and all day Tuesday, seeing three clients a day all over the state and eating fast food in the car, waking up early and writing behavior plans in my pajamas, staying at work until 7pm most nights. I had the advantage, though, of seeing almost all of my clients in person this week, being ahead of the game, and feeling like the week went by in a millisecond.
Part of what made this week so crazy was that I had my defensive driving course on Monday night from 6-10pm. The very first things we did was go around the room and say our first name and for what offense we got our ticket. I should've just made something up. Instead when I said only my name and that I didn't get a ticket, the instructor probed further and I fairly blurted, "I lived in a city for a decade and didn't drive, then I moved here and crashed two cars in a month...... so I thought I could use some tips." Mortifying.