Spontaneous Travel: Just Book the Flight

As I’m sitting here in the Reykjavik airport on my 7 hour layover back to the states, I can’t help but reflect on the past two-ish weeks. It’s been a wild ride full of impulsive decisions, YouTubing, Dramamine, sweat and cankles. There are a ton of parts that go into this story so I’m going to break it down for you over the next couple of posts/days so it’s not as much to take in.

But before I jump right into my current thoughts, let me rewind to Thursday, June 14: I was wrapping up my last day at a Salesforce conference and walking to the train station. Through the grapevine, I had an idea that Michael would be pulling into port the next week so for shits and giggles, I looked up flights to Paris. Lo and behold, there was a flight leaving the following Tuesday, returning on Monday, June 25 that was ridiculously lower than everything else. I frantically called my mom, explained the situation and made the decision to book it. That choice right there was a big one and while I knew it would have a great impact on me, I didn’t realize quite how much until now.

5 days, 7 hours, 13 minutes and 41 seconds ago (yes, I have the most legit countdown app ever 🤷🏼‍♀️) I did the most spontaneous thing I’ve ever done and bought a flight to Paris. I also learned how to tiny pack and somehow fit 2 rompers, 1 jumpsuit, 1 dress, a skirt and top set, a pair of shorts, my bathing suit, sandals, my toiletries, a book, my mini curling iron, my laptop and plane snacks all in my backpack. Now available for tiny packing hire (well, once I get back because I have some sightseeing to do!) See you later, America! ✈️🗺🎒💁🏼‍♀️🚲💕 #constantlyontherun #travel #igersparis #passionpassport #girlswhotravel #girlslovetravel #thetravelwomen #travelgirls #travelbloggers #travelinggram #exploringtheglobe #tasteintravel

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I had 5 days, 7 hours, 13 minutes and 41 seconds to pull together a week trip that I would typically plan for months ahead of time – researching places to go, food to eat and the basics of the language. Instead, I bought the ticket and told myself everything would work out just as it was supposed to. This was the first big lesson: I can fly by the seat of my pants. I don’t need to be type A, planning everything down to the second. I also learned I can fit a week’s worth of clothing and personal items into a backpack thanks to tiny packing #pro.

However, I would be a liar if I didn’t say I wasn’t nervous in those 5 days leading up to my departure. There was a slew of things that could go wrong and with my lack of planning, I wasn’t quite sure how I would spend my first 72 hours alone because while I am an only child and appreciate my solitude, doing that in a foreign country takes it to a whole ‘nother level. This was another one of the many lessons and something that I’ll dive into way more later.

So what am I really trying to say here? Book the damn trip. This doesn’t just apply to buying a flight to a foreign country you’ve always had on your bucket list, this applies to everything you’ve ever dreamed of. If you have a big idea, it’s time to take a leap of faith and just go for it. Yes it will be scary (my stomach was in knots until the second I saw Michael), yes you may have to give something up (vacation days and a little moola) but in the end, you’ll have the satisfaction that you did what you’ve always been dreaming about and it could end up being the best decision you’ve ever made. Isn’t there some great saying that you’ll never remember the money you spent but you’ll always regret the experiences you missed out on? Okay yes, I know I tweaked that to fit my situation but you know what I’m getting at. Go for it people.

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