I’m leaving soon for my second vacation this summer and I am not panicking. Last year, when headed to this same destination, I was terrified that I would not be able to restrain my shopping. I even blogged about it. The year before that, all I could think about was trying to schedule my retail outings.
I visited family a few weeks ago, and realized halfway through the trip that I wasn’t anxiously figuring out how I could ditch my kids and sneak in some shopping. That was always my vacation MO before: planning when, where, and how often to shop without arising suspicion. Even though I’ve been working on this for over a year, that trip this month was the first one not consumed by thoughts of retail. This next trip will be the second one. I imagine that unless I go to Paris, all future trips will be like this.
It feels so…uncomplicated. Relaxing. I look forward to enjoying my vacation rather than worrying or getting upset over shopping.
The odd thing is that I still have a wishlist of too-big items that I need to replace. If I come across them when I’m away, great. But I’m not bending over backwards and planning my days around the hunt. There will be no search, no agenda. I will be free.
I think I am free.