Well hello there! I have some bad news for you…I haven’t been able to watch The Bachelorette yet. I know, it’s devastating. I tried to watch it on ABC.com but you need the sign in to your cable and I barely know the sign in for my email, so that’s just not going to happen. SOOOOOO now I’m stuck knowing nothing about what happened on Monday nights episode. And right now I’m in California and have some free time to walk around the town I’m staying in, which means I want to listen to my podcasts that talk sh*t about the Bachelor franchise. So instead, I’ll have to just listen to my thoughts. And watch the Bachelorette on Saturday when I get back home to Colorado. So upsetting.
Oh you don’t care about the Bachelor? WELL YOU SHOULD!
So right now I’m in wine country, traveling solo and loving every second of it. For so long, I felt really uncomfortable ever eating by myself or going somewhere by my lonesome, but I absolutely love it now. I love having a hotel bed all to myself, I love walking wherever I want to go, I love trying new restaurants with no one else across from me. Don’t get me wrong, I love traveling with my husband and having trips together is so good for our relationship, but the only child in me loves being by myself. Not only do you have to pull some confidence out of your ass at times, but you also make different friends that you probably never would if you were traveling with someone else. I see why people go backpacking in different countries by themselves. I would never personally do that, because true crime podcasts have taught me that’s a good way to get yourself killed, but I totally get why others would.
Yesterday I spent my solo day trying pilates for the first time, going to a winery and touring the facility, trying two new restaurants in town then meeting up with another blogger that lives close by. It was such a fun Tuesday, which is surprising since I normally hate wine. Maybe my friends just buy sh*tty wine because I never enjoy any of theirs which means I just never drink it. But I also can’t imagine ever finishing an entire bottle. Do you think there are just people who are more alcohol kind of people and people who are food kind of people. I know people who are both, but I often feel like you’re into one more than the other. My husband – alcohol, me – food. If I couldn’t drink another day in my life, I would be perfectly happy. But take away my food and well, I would die. Like literally. But I would perfectly fine without alcohol. I’ve always felt like that meant I wasn’t grown up enough, but I think that’s just my tastebuds. The gluten free chocolate chip muffin that I’m eating right now is way more than the rosé I’m bringing home to my hubs.
This post is so intense with random thought. I’m exhausted. Aren’t you? Anywho, I’m out of here. Time to explore again!
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