I booked a flight to Denver today. Why, Denver, you might ask? Well, my friend N lives in Denver so I'm going out for a long weekend at the end of the month.
I met N in my first year at university. He was roommates with one of my good friends and so we became friends. I thought our friendship was pretty straightforward, but unbeknownst to me he had developed feelings for me. Everyone saw it but me, because I'm blind that way. Once I knew though, our friendship became a bit awkward because I didn't feel the same way he did.
After graduation, he moved to the US for work and has been living there ever since, first in Florida, and now in Colorado. He'd invite us all down to visit with him in Florida but I never took him up on his offer because 1) I still felt uneasy around him, 2) I was never one for vacations in sunny climes and 3) I preferred Europe and Asia.
He would come back a few times a year to visit his family but neither of us made an effort to keep in touch. In the last couple years though, he's reached out in the sense that he'd call occasionally and we'd have nice chats on the phone just catching up, and we'd get together for dinner with friends. I think I've seen him each of the 3 times he's been back in town in the last 6 months.
He extended an open invitation to visit him in Denver and my friends' recently came back from there and talked up his hosting skills and the shopping - my Achilles' heel (but only sometimes!) So, I've decided to take him up on the offer. I booked my flight with points, I have a free place to stay, access to stores like Anthropologie (my favourite store for girly-girl clothes!) and Ann Taylor which aren't in Canada, and more importantly - a much-needed break.
(OK. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't really looking forward to the shopping. I like this dress here and a crazy number of dresses and skirts at Anthropologie that I shan't bother linking to. What I'm not crazy about is that I won't be able to shop with the abandon of times past since I have the prospect of having to pay for condo upgrades and furniture looming over me. That is SUCH a buzzkill to the euphoria that retail therapy can be!)