When my boyfriend and I first started dating (and I mean, within a couple of days; probably a day or so after we decided he would move in and yeah, we did move fast, but so?) I asked him how often he got home to see his family and friends in England. He said he usually went home over the holidays, and maybe we should plan for that this year.
I got excited. A trip to England over Christmas? That would be just... perfect.
Then how did you figure out October? And a boat?
That's a bit trickier. We were standing in the kitchen talking about costs and scheduling and the like, and suddenly he stopped and said, "Or we could just take the Queen Mary 2 in October?"
That night, we figured out that an eastbound passage was leaving New York on October 7. Conveniently, I'll be turning 30 on October 9. That sealed it. We were going.
But wait. Isn't that ridiculously, stupidly expensive?
Less than you'd think. In fact, round-trip airfare from Detroit to Manchester in December is even a little bit more than we're paying for passage--and we're avoiding jet lag in the process. And getting to dress up for five formal nights. And celebrating my birthday. And eating all the things.
Are you two getting married/getting engaged/moving to England?
No, is the short answer. We'll be back at the end of October, and though we're certainly talking about those first two things, they're not in the immediate (read: next year, at least) future.
How excited are you?
ALL THE EXCITEMENT IS ME.
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