Money CAN Buy Happiness, After All

Yup, I just proved it yesterday with one click of the mouse on Expedia.com. After days and days and days of searching high and low across the world wide web, I essentially threw out restraint, said "cheap fares be damned" and determined that my sunny disposition was desperately needed in the Sunshine state. The closer it got to my intended travel dates and I still didn't have the blessed  confirmation of travel email in my inbox, the grumpier and more miserable I became.

Ask my husband. Ask my students. Ask anyone forced to interact with me on a daily basis when I haven't gotten a travel fix.  I nearly reposted "My Love/Hate Relationship With Your Travel Blog" as my way of shaking my fist at all you lovely travel bloggers out there whose blogs I haven't been reading because I figured it is much better when I keep the grumpiness to myself.

Do I have a problem? Mmmm. Perhaps. My happiness doesn't totally hinge on travel. After all, I have a pretty awesome husband, a job that makes me want to get up every morning, and a tiny unborn gymnast who, as of late, has been making her every move known. (On a side note, I think that she bodyslams herself against the nice cushiony walls of her little watery home sometimes. And the bodyslam is complete with a running start. Seriously, what is she doing in there?!)

But back to my happiness. While it doesn't hinge on travel, it is pretty darn important to me. As I have said a million times before, the journey doesn't mean a trip to the Congo or a safari on the Serengeti. Those activities are awesome, but the adventure is what and where you make it. Haven't I already been to Florida? Yeah. But never with Adam, never to Ft. Myers, and never to do the things we are planning on doing. So it's all brand new to me!

So with one little mouse click, the clouds parted, the sunshine shone, the smile returned,  and I overpaid by a few hundred dollars.

(Thanks Shivya at A Shooting Star for inspiring  this post title!)