It happens every year about this time: everyone goes on vacation. I have no vacation plans this year, and it's mainly because I don't want to go alone. I have the money and the time, just no one to go with.
I'm going to be cat sitting for an older couple I know in a couple of weeks. They're going to visit Maine and stay in several bed and breakfast inns along the way, then head into Canada. I'm so jealous. I'd love to have a SO to do that with! And then there's Facebook--positively rife with photos of Paris, the Bahamas, etc.
Yes, I have traveled alone, and I don't like it. I have also traveled with groups with mixed results (in terms of fun), the last one being unpleasant. I've looked into several "learning" type vacations, and that's a possibility. I've also considered attending a professional seminar and taking a few extra days after the seminar--at least I could write it off.
Oh, there are a couple of girlfriends I could possibly do something with, but it's problematic. One really can't get away for long because of childcare issues, the other one can't much get away from her job (she's a workaholic), plus doesn't want to share a room, which I find a little odd. A third friend truly has no money. And the rest I don't really know well enough to travel with. And that's about it.
I always say I'm going to plan ahead for June so I don't have to endure this left out feeling, but then, it's just really hard to make it happen. Last year I took two whole vacations that were really just long weekends. For one, I went to visit a friend who I hadn't seen in a while, and honestly, I felt like she had moved on and was not very happy to see me. Plus there was a power failure the entire weekend. The other friend I visited when I went to pick up my new kitten in Atlanta. She lives out in the boondocks and really can't leave her house for long because of a business she runs from home. It was frankly boring and she talks non-stop about her problems. What was I thinking?
So I'll just whine a little more. What I would REALLY like to do is rent an old-style beach house for a week near Sanibel Island on the gulf with a man. You know, go swimming, cook some meals, go out for meals, drink wine on the deck, visit a few homey tourist destinations, collect shells and well...you know. Not the same with a girlfriend.
Oh, I want to snap out of it and just freaking do something, but it's hard to get motivated. Anyone else feel this way?