planning

... and so it begins.

With a whopping $173 in my bank account, today I bought a plane ticket to visit my best friend since 6th grade in New York. Good thing I get paid at midnight :)

And future endeavors are already in the works. After discussing finances last year, my boyfriend and I decided we probably couldn't afford to go to our friend's wedding in Maine this April. We both wanted to go, but moneywise it just wasn't in the cards for us. And the Vegas trip we dreamed of is seeming a little far-fetched (for now) as well. So, since his mom offered to buy his ticket and hotel in Vegas for his birthday, a trip to Maine might be back on the table. I found a flight for two for just $185 roundtrip. Plus, we'd have a free place to stay courtesy of our friends that would love for us to make an appearance. Jackpot.

I'm not stopping there. A trip to some sunny beach in Florida with my lovely ladies is already forming in my increasingly imaginative mind. I pick Florida because its obviously warmer there than here, and its a straight shot down. So who's with me?

My brother leaves in a little over a month from Charleston Harbor for an amazing bahamas cruise with his friends for Spring Break. Oh to be young again, and more importantly, to be on Daddy's tab. Those were the days right? My senior year of college I decided I was done with that life and I was going to pay for my entire Spring Break by myself. I got a huge group together, booked a cheap fabulous (albeit clothing optional) hotel and got everyone's money in advance. But when we arrived, the price didn't include taxes. So I was short a few hundred. I called my dad in tears to "borrow" the money. $300 was nothing to him and he was happy to help out. But I was so upset, because to me, that $300 meant I hadn't funded my own trip anymore and I had been so proud of that point. It's amazing how much satisfaction you can get when you work to earn money and then buy something yourself. Yes I struggle daily with how much money I am NOT making, and I still have to call my dad on a few occasions for help but for the most part I'm making it. Its not a fancy lifestyle, but its mine. And that is what really matters. :)

I guess this blog is turning into an adventure planner and a way to hold me accountable for that. So let the next adventure begin. Its off to Charleston to see my boyfriend (and my brother!) after an excruciatingly long month of separation. I know thats not long to some people, and some of my friends have to wait months before they can see their loves again, but either way long distance sucks.

Weatherman, tell me some good news cause I want sunshine and warmth alllllllll weekend long