My favourite thing about holidays is having the excuse to do absolutely bloody nothing. I do that most of the time anyway but then end up feeling guilty for y’know, not getting on with my life. Ibiza provided to the perfect excuse to forget about everything for a few days and completely relax. I’m into that.
I never read much during the semesters as I’m usually bogged down in academic texts for my modules or watching Netflix on a procrastination binge. I’m an avid reader and can easily finish a book in a few hours so I made sure I packed ample for my time in the sun.
I’m typing this up on and making the edits on the 28th of February. Tomorrow is the first of March. And today, Glasgow has been utterly obliterated by the Beast of the East. We’ve been sledging on a plastic lid and IKEA bags whilst Rachel tried to kill herself by going down a hill in Kelvingrove Park in her inflatable duck.
In an effort to make myself feel a bit more summery whilst there is a snowstorm blowing outside, I decided to work on a wish list for Ibiza. I can’t really afford to buy any new clothes so only gonna treat myself to maybe a bag, midi dress and some sandals but a girl can dream yes?
2017 for me was a year of realising that sometimes, travel isn’t the best option for you. Leaving Camp America was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and this year I’m excited to travel some more, without the shadow of CA hanging over me. I’ve always loved going on holiday and spending a lot of time reading travel blogs (namely the amazing As The Sparrow Flies) has ensured that in 2018, I want to travel more.
SO. Where am I heading to in 2018? Being a student means I have a huge summer break between semesters which is great to capitalise on for traveling as it allows for me to find a summer job. I have a huge bucket list (that mostly involves the USA) but due to budget and timings I’m concentrating on Europe and where the cheapest flights on Skyscanner can take me.
When I say travelling, I mean catching a bus and two flights by myself in a foreign country. I didn’t spend four weeks or heck, even a night away, on my own in another country but I did something different and new to me, off the back of a very difficult decision which flipped my summer plans around.
I started my day of travelling home at 7.30 when I left my camp to head to the nearest city, Morganstown, to a catch a bus to Pittsburgh airport. At 8.30, I was on said bus on the hour and a half journey to Pittsburgh airport. From there I managed to check-in with only the flight number as my camp agency booked the flights for me and found myself with a good six or seven hours until my flight to JFK.
My last blog post explained why I wouldn’t be blogging this summer, that I would be spending almost 3 months in West Virginia working on a summer camp and as a result, would be giving up my blog for the summer as it just wouldn’t be feasible.
Well surprise, I’m back. I could give you a hundred reasons why I’m not spending my summer on that camp but it all boils down to the fact I’m simply wasn’t all that happy. Yes I could have stuck it out longer. Yes I could have tried harder. Yes it was expensive and I should have thought things through a lot more.