Have you ever done something that makes you feel simultaneously like an adult and yet awfully childish? I did this week. I booked myself a solo trip to Palm Springs. I leave on Monday. The mature/immature tension exists because I feel awfully privileged and grown up to be able to do what I want, when I want, with money I earned and yet spending money and time on an unnecessary vacation just because I wanted to, without thinking it through, feels impulsive and self-indulgent, like children can be.
At any rate, I am stoked about this. I have done very little travelling on my own, so I am excited and a little bit nervous about that. I’m also really looking forward to being warm, nay, hot for a few days. My plans are to look at mid-century architecture, go to the Art Museum, find some thrift shops, drink cocktails and ride a bike through Joshua Tree National Park. Can’t wait!