It’s funny how you go someplace and you’re dreading it or not enjoying it that much. You can’t wait to leave and the place and the company you’re with is just so so. Time goes by and when you think back to a certain age or time period, that place and event you once dreaded is the only thing you can think about. I don’t exactly know what that means, maybe I did enjoy it and I was just being stubborn? Because of this, I’m gonna try to enjoy every moment of my vacation, no matter who I’m with and how much I don’t want to be there. Who knows, maybe I’ll look back and think wow I really miss that or wish I could just escape and be there again.

Lol no. Thanks.