Bacon and an Impulsive Trip to Croatia

Every now and then I feel guided by a crazy impulse. This morning, my friends and I planned brunch. They are not here so I think I’m just going to eat all of this bacon and drink a bottle of champagne and probably book a trip to Croatia.

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Mmm bacon.

Anyway, the impulsive trip to Croatia is going to set me back a bit…. But… I could use a new adventure. And, well, $300 is far less than I’d pay if I were coming from America. Nevermind that I’m moving to one of the most expensive American cities at the end of the summer… Ah. Life.

This is the moral dilemma. Responsibility. Or… Croatia and a plate full of bacon. I am the greatest obstacle I will face in my own life.

What’s the point in being 23 and poor if you don’t at least have a few good memories tucked under your belt? I don’t want to be the kind of person with no good stories and only $500 to show for it.

And seriously… I don’t trust anyone that says no to bacon.

Let’s go to Croatia!

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Edinburgh|Back to Civilization

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Have spent the last week on a roadtrip to the Highlands of Scotland, St Andrews, and Skye (a large island off the northwest coast of Scotland… That’s the Talisker Distillery you see there). It has been a beautiful mixture of rain and mountains and camping and awe.

After a trip somewhere remote, coming back to–even a small city like Edinburgh–an urban area makes everything seem dizzying and confined. Space is so huge out there. Why are we literally mapping ourselves out on top of each other when the world is still so big? I would just like to live in the middle of nowhere at some point in my future. I can see myself as a nice old lady ambling around a small town. Maybe I’ll own a pub.

But I like cities too… Maybe I can live everywhere?

My bestest buddy leaves tomorrow to head back to America… We’ve had fun and worn ourselves out but… It’s still sad to see her go. The quiet will be (briefly) nice until my cousin arrives Monday evening. Perhaps I will even get time to write tomorrow before the next wave of visitors arrives?

Ha.

I’m so close to finishing the book, but it’s nearly impossible to hide out and write when I am literally sharing every minute of my day with other people! I don’t even get a bed to myself. That’s the perils of a bit of ambling.

Soon. Very soon.