Can you believe that Mother’s Day is almost here again? I feel like it’s always one of those holidays that totally creeps up on us when we least expect it. (Eek! Sorry Mom!) I think it’s probably due to the fact that we associate Mother’s Day with spring, and it rarely ever actually feels like spring when the holiday actually rolls around. (Come onnnn, Chicago!)
This week is just full of big news, isn’t it? Well, I’m not sure why I’ve been keeping this a secret for so long, but…
We’re going to Paris!
We’re headed there for a week in July! To say I’m excited would be a little bit of an understatement.
Neal has been working crazy hard over the past year, and in his recent performance review, his boss told him it was mandatory that he take a week off of work this summer. (I believe his words were, “You’re required to take a vacation. So take Jess somewhere cool”–he’s the best.)
So naturally, when Neal asked where I wanted to go, I jokingly threw out “PARIS!” and he was like, “OKAY!” (Really!?)
So we booked tickets and an Air BnB, and we’ll also happen to be there over my birthday. (Best birthday ever?) Also–I feel the need to mention that while our Air BnB looks…interesting…it has has a ladder that leads up to a hatch to get onto the roof. So that means, yes, we will be drinking rosé and watching the sun set over the rooftops of Paris. Every. Night. (I mean, could you possibly want anything else?)
I’ve been to Paris twice, once right after high school and once when I was studying abroad in Italy, but they’ve both been quick trips filled with touristy activities–I’ve never actually experienced Paris–much less experienced Paris with the love of my life! Neal also hasn’t ever been, so we’re so excited to just live there for the week.
When we travel, we’re pretty big on just flying by the seat (seats?) of our pants, but there are a couple things on our list so far…
Do you often look back at old photos and giggle to yourself over how quickly your style changes?
I feel like I’ve literally been through every “style” phrase known to man.
Except for goth. I’ve never been goth. Thankfully for my mother’s sake, I never went down that route. Although I did go through a “sk8er” phase with purple vans and parachute pants. Those were good days.
It’s like I walked into a hat shop and played duck duck goose– trying on the “preppy” hat, “edgy” hat, “trendy” hat, “classic” hat, and kind of worked through them all with some good old trial and error.