So I’m reading Lies That Chelsea Handler Told Me, which, by the way, I highly recommend for the fact that it’s not only hilarious, but also completely astounding. I’m not good at the whole prank thing, I guess because I’ve never had much experience with them (my brother and I were basically BFFs growing up – unless I was being a geek around his friends – so we didn’t pull any shit on one another), but Chelsea Handler is the QUEEN of pranks. Seriously, just read it. You’ll be in awe. Her commitment to the laugh is, well, remarkable.*

And you'll be equally in love with and terrified of Chelsea Handler.
And you’ll be equally in love with and terrified of Chelsea Handler.

Anyway, now that I’ve promoted the hell out of Chelsea Handler, I’ll get to my point. I have been thinking about vacation a lot lately, and this book has a lot of mentions of these amazing beach vacations, days out on a yacht, etc., etc. Reading it has fully solidified my insane desire to go on vacation. Soon.

I know what you’re thinking, and it’s true, I have been to many places in the world. I was lucky – SO LUCKY – to have the opportunity to study in Scotland and travel to and experience lots of nearby countries in Europe. I would never in a million years brush those experiences off in any way, shape, or form. But I would call those experiences travel, not vacation.

Here’s the thing about me on a trip, and why I can only travel with like-minded individuals: when I go somewhere, I plan it like a motherfucker. Meticulously. I’m like the stage  manager of travel, which will mean nothing to a lot of people and a lot to a few people, and which is also why I travel so well with my BFF Margaret, who is also a meticulous organizer. When I go on a trip, I read up on the city for weeks, make notes of everything I want to do and see, and basically (and sometimes literally) draw out a schedule of what I’m going to do on each day of travel.

I don’t leave room for downtime.

Travel Andrea says: “Downtime’s for suckers.”

One one hand, this is a fantastic quality, because when I travel to a new city, I always see and learn so much. I soak in as many sights as I can, and I feel very satisfied when I leave. I love to travel.

On the other hand, it’s probably the reason I feel like I need a holiday every time I get back from travelling somewhere. I never just chill. I don’t really know how. Even when I’m not travelling, I’m used to being so insanely busy that I never get much downtime. As I sit here, typing this, I am stressing about studying for a very important course exam I have to take tomorrow, worrying about some freelance work I have to do, and planning out a list of songs I need to choreograph and practice repeatedly tonight for my upcoming Zumba® classes.

I’m always stressing.

CUT TO: Me, thinking about vacation a lot lately. And not travel, but vacation. I want to go somewhere beautiful and calm and relaxing without knowing anything about the city, and with no plans but a handful of books to read, a lot of deep breaths to take, and maybe some exploration. I want to just be and smile and sigh and laugh and come home feeling like I just took the best nap of my life.

I don’t know if and when this is possible, because I’m such a stress-cadet, but dreaming about it has taught me one thing for certain: I am WAY too young to be this high strung all the time. I need to learn how to unwind and just be.**

Who’s with me?


*Also, she is totally the girl who would go pee with her friends. Or on them.

**Life update: I’m slowly, but surely, learning how to simmer the hell down (a little bit) at my new job. Sort of.