The Unfazed Traveler

I've been trying to plan a vacation for several months now and I've definitely been in need of a break. But instead of some intensive trip like my Europe backpacking experience, all I want is to lounge in the sun, read, and drink cocktails. So when a friend of mine proposed a trip to Las Vegas over Memorial Day weekend a few weeks ago, I quickly said yes. It's got all the things I need and requires very little effort.

The effort, of course, comes in the planning. First there was picking a hotel and checking flight prices obsessively, and now there's the drama of people actually committing. Between the time the idea first came up and now, a mere month away from the trip, the people who say they're going has changed countless times, and I don't actually know right now who will be there or for how long.

But, you know what, I don't really care. Much to my surprise, I'm totally unfazed by all of this.

I know that I have my flight booked and a hotel room ready for me. I know the pool will be open much of the day and have a bunch of eBooks waiting to be read. I know how much I can spend on drinks and have decided I'm staying away from all the gambling. The only thing I really have left to decide is whether or not to watch the Beatles Love show.

And if I have to do all of that with only one friend for a couple of days and then spend the rest of my time alone, I'm fine with it. At the end of the day, I'm still getting what I want out of this trip: rest, relaxation, and a healthy dose of self-indulgence.

I'll be sure to let you all know exactly how all of this works out, but something tells me I'll be fine with whatever happens, and that's got me more excited than anything else. I constantly feel like I need a vacation from my vacation-planning, and for the first time, I'm ready to just enjoy my time away.