Ever since booking the car for our trip last week I am bouncy. In the good sense as well as in the supposedly bad sense according to my husband. Because I am literally bouncing through the apartment. I am bouncing on the sofa. I am bouncing when I walk. Maybe I am somehow channeling my inner 4 -year-old. I am definitely challenging my husband’s nerves who’s miraculously finding me pretty annoying. I argue it’s still much better than grumpy and moody me.
But how couldn’t I be super excited? Less than two weeks until we board a plane. Two weeks until we’re in Melbourne! Three weeks until lots of beach time! I CANNOT WAIT!
But seriously I think booking the car was the missing piece of the puzzle that flipped the switch and made me see how everything is going to come together. Connecting the dots so to say. And now I am happy and excited. Interesting what spending a shitton of money can do to you! Does that count as retail therapy?