You know how you go through those weeks-long phases where everything is good, all dust has settled, you have some great things on the calendar to look forward to, and everything just sort of feels calm and great? I’m in the middle of one those phases. It’s really lovely and I’m soaking up every single moment because I know that it could change at any time because, you know, life happens.
It’s not that I’m not busy right now — work is really hectic, but I feel like I’m on top of everything, or at least if not on top of it, not woefully behind, either. November is also NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, where many writers — published and unpublished — challenge themselves to write 50,000 words of a story in 1 month) and I’ve decided to participate this year for the first time, so that’s how I’ve been spending my nights: curled up in bed writing my little heart out with Netflix playing in the background (currently American Horror Story — which doesn’t seem like it would be a good background show but they play a lot of Fleetwood Mac in this season so actually it works really well).
I’m also in a good place because I kind of feel like I’ve found my stride in terms of figuring out which types of places I want to travel to most, and how I want to spend my time while traveling in said new places. This may be a weird thing for someone who travels often to say — you’d think I’d have gotten it figured out by now — but that’s not how I operate. It often takes me a really long time to figure things out. But once I finally learn something, I learn it forever, and I think I’ve reached that point in travel.
Anyway. This was supposed to be a fun little post about the upcoming trips I have planned, but now we’ve ended up here in a more philosophical place than I intended. This is what happens when you give me 3 cups of coffee and leave me unsupervised with a keyboard and a slight Benadryl hangover.
Paris. You’re like, dude weren’t you just in Paris a couple months ago? Yes, for vacation. This trip to Paris next week will be for work. Do I plan to eat as much pain au chocolat as I did when I was there for fun last time? No. I plan to eat more.
Miami! I’m jetting off to Miami for a weekend this December and I am SO EXCITED. Miami always seemed boring to me (well, Florida* in general, not Miami specifically) but now that I’ve seen more photos of colorful buildings, delicious tacos (!!!!), swimming pools on hotel roofs, art alleyways, and super weird lifeguard towers popping up on Pinterest, I decided it would be a great place to escape the cold New York weather for a weekend. I plan to sit on the beach or by the pool with cocktails and do nothing and speak to no one. This is my idea of heaven.
Mexico City. Pinterest is also to blame for this one. Pinterest is to blame for most of my recent life choices (namely, life choices involving online purchases). I’ve been to Mexico 3 times — to Tijuana in high school (this barely counts, I know, but it was for a volunteer trip with our high school rather than one of the party weekends that Tijuana is mostly known for, so I feel like I get some credit for that); to Zihuatanejo on the west coast for a solo vacation/also not a solo vacation because I met up with two friends part of the way through; and to Tulum on the east coast and Palenque in the south during my trip to Central America in 2013. But I’ve never been to Mexico City and it looks like beautiful, colorful, delicious chaos, and I want to go and fangirl out about Frida Kahlo and tacos. This is probably going to be a long weekend trip in February to once again escape winter.
Tokyo. The big one! You guys, I am so obsessed with Tokyo. Once again, Pinterest’s fault. But I feel like once I decided that I was interested in Tokyo, I started seeing it everywhere — every magazine has an article about it, every blogger is reminiscing about time spent there, everything everything is Tokyo. I am so excited about it that when my two guidebooks arrived in the mail at work a couple weeks ago, I hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes flipping through them like an insane ecstatic person.
That’s what I want trips to be like for me, now — I want to choose places that make me so ecstatic to visit them that I have to hide in the bathroom at work for 10 minutes to contain my excitement because I can’t even sit still at my desk. In Tokyo I plan to visit a cat temple (the temple of my people), the robot restaurant (what?), a kabuki show (traditional), a sumo wrestling match (YAS), the crazy famous (and just straight up crazy) fish market at 4am (maybe, coffee permitting), the public baths (to show off my doughnut bod), this one hostel that is just literally a quaint bookstore with beds (how was this not a thing until recently?), the elegant temples (yes), all of the restaurants (yes), just all of these things that you can literally cannot find anywhere else in the entire world (YES YES YES). Tokyo seems like one of the weirdest cities in the world, and I’ve heard that the people there are just so lovely and kind, and I am so excited about it that I can barely even type. I’m hoping to get over there in May next year (prime sumo season)
*I’ve really come around to Florida since the creation of the Harry Potter theme park. Any state or city or country that opens its doors to a Harry Potter theme park is the shit. (I tried to think of a more eloquent term than “the shit” for like 10 minutes, but that’s really the only way to convey the sheer multitude of my affection. When words fail, swear words speak.)