Counting down to our cruise to the Western Caribbean, including stops at Grand Cayman, Isla Roatan, Belize and Cozumel from the port of Miami. This will be the first time I've left the country, although not my first vacation. It is my first vacation not attached to another event unless you count the time I drove down to St. Augustine for the weekend with a girlfriend. We did the tourist thing, IMAX, Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum, etc. We did drive a convertible Mustang that weekend, which was a blast.
How unbelievably boring I've been. A world of possibilities and I've allowed myself to stay in a cocoon of familiarity. Last year when I met Michael, I decided it was time to live. To make some changes and I realized the ONLY way I was going to do something different was to DO something different. I wanted to leave the U.S. by my 35th birthday. I'm 33. I booked a cruise a year in advance. An entire year in advance. We didn't know if we'd work out and the tickets were non-refundable, non-transferable. It was a risk and now 8 days away from our departure, I'm so glad I risked it.

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