I'm on holiday with my DP. Busy European capital city.
I love my DP. He's great. For various reasons this is the first time we've managed to co-ordinate a holiday together in two and a half years. No kids, mainly due to work or financial commitments.
I've had holidays by myself in that time. I used to travel by myself all the time. I love it. Holidaying with friends is my worst nightmare. No problem sitting in a bar or restaurant by myself people watching or with a book.
So I'm probably out of practice, as sharing my holiday with another person has become a challenge. He wants to sleep late. I don't. He keeps moaning we haven't had time to do all the things we wanted that's because you sleep until midday you idiot
and the constant talking to me 😂 While I'm trying to drink my wine and people watch from a street cafe. It's driving me mad.
I feel like we should be draped all over each other feeding one another schnitzel off of our forks and laughing gaily, or clinking our beers and laughing with wild abandon.
I yearn for my solo holidays!
lighthearted lighthearted lighthearted sort of