I wish I had 300 paid vacation days. I saw you just eye-roll that. It’s my blog and I’m allowed to dream big, ridiculous dreams here.
If I had those 300 paid vacation days, I’d travel to all four grand slam tennis championships and, if the Super Bowl was in an interesting city, I’d go there also. I’d visit the three countries my mom’s family immigrated to America from. If I knew where my dad’s family originated, I go there, too. (At least I know most likely it was somewhere in West Africa.) When it warmed up, I’d spend a long time in South Korea just learning and absorbing, enjoying, eating and watching TV (haha).
I would make sure to step foot on most of the continents, except Antarctica. I would definitely spend the winter in warmer climates. My mission would be to absorb myself in as many cultures and artistic pursuits and do things I’ve always said I wanted to do. I would allow my mind to be challenged and soak in all the fascination and wonders I would encounter. I would remind myself to be patient because I won’t be able to speak all the different languages perfectly even though knowing me I will try.
I would try things like learning art and fashion in Paris and Toyko. Rekindle my love of visiting museums and having the luxury to leisurely explore as many nooks and crannies as I desire. Of course I’d have to go to Scandinavia to see the Icelandic Phallological Museum. I mean really, it’s just too fascinating that something like this even exists!
I would enjoy the opportunity and luxury to have time–unhampered by the anxiety to rush back to work or worry about how to pay for the adventure and keep the mortgage paid–to experience other worlds than my boring daily grind. Hopefully, each time I returned to my sunny, cozy condo, I would be reinvigorated, enriched and exuding creativity. Fulfilled.
But in the meantime, I guess $300 would be nice to take care of some things that need to be fixed around the house.