I have been feeling the urge to take a solo vacation pretty strongly lately.
A few years ago some friends and I headed to a little Bavarian town in WA called Leavenworth (the entire town is German themed fyi. My people!) to partake in the wildness and debauchery that is Oktoberfest.
It was a blast.
Lately I've been thinking about Leavenworth.
But not because I want to carry around a stein, eat sausage and dance the polka.
I mean, I do, but that isn't what is drawing me to Leavenworth at this moment.
While we vacationed for our short weekend we stayed in a campground outside of the city and rented ourselves a little trailer. While we waited for our Oktober-crazy to begin we took a walk that Saturday morning around the campground. The leaves were changing, the weather was sunny but crisp, we stumbled upon the most picturesque field and stopped to marvel at the landscape and take group shots.
Everyone was excited about our upcoming night of Oktoberfest fantasticness, but in that moment on our little walk it was about the beauty of nature and fall.
As we drove out of town on Sunday I was mesmerised by the drive. The leaves were bright yellows and reds, leaves tumbled slowly from the branches and gave the allusion that it was snowing brightly colored foliage.
I loved every second of the drive, even through my headache and Adam's stench of one too many sausage from the night before.
I literally ache for a trip back.
One where I am in the woods, surrounded by these beautiful trees.
I envision a house with windows that enable me to sip my morning coffee and stare off into the forest.
Maybe a hot tub on the deck where I can enjoy a glass of wine and the mountains.
I want to take long rambling walks in the fall air with Oly.
Silent walks, without company, without worrying about a drop in conversation. Just my thoughts.
Read for hours on end without wondering what we should be doing next.
I want to make dinner in a kitchen that isn't my own.
Enjoy a bedtime movie in a living room I wont have to vacuum later.
Snuggle with my puppy in a bed I don't need to make later.
And yet, something is keeping me from pulling the trigger.
You'll get bored.
It wont be as fun as you think it will.
What a waste of money.
Wouldn't it be better with friends?
If you stay home you'll save a CRAP TON more money.
Wont staying in a house alone in the woods simply play up on all your fears?
So I ask you.
Have any of you taken a solo trip?
How long did you go?
What did you do?
How much did you love it?