Turned 27 on Tuesday. Had a few people over for a small BBQ and it was a good time. I have this strange reflex where I want to mark the passage of time, by travelling somewhere. I find myself thinking if I don't go anywhere this summer, it will be a wasted summer. Even if I'm enjoying and accomplishing stuff at work. Having fun little get togethers with friends. It's like without "big events" or "trips" time slips through my fingers. Because it can't be "the summer I went on a roadtrip to X"

I wanted to go to the Atlantic provinces, because i've only ever been to Prince Edward Island as a 6 or 7 year old once. But then my boyfriend seems not super excited at the idea - and is still willing to do it for my sake. So now i'm starting to doubt and thinking maybe it's more of a fun trip to do with a group of friends. And researching, it seems expensive and a lot of driving, to get to someplace similar to Maine. What I TRULY wanted from that trip is get to St Johns in Newfoundland and just pure remote places out there, but it's not realistic in the timeframe we have. it's like i'm trying to decide between no trip or a lukewarm trip. Both sucky options, because what I really want is an adventure. Something I've been missing so much with Covid - pure exploration. I could probably scratch that itch with some outdoorsy stuff, but my boyfriend's not the partner for that and the planning required to get started without guidance seems overwhelming.

If anyone on here has ever been to PEI, New Brunswick or Nova Scotia, i'm all ears :) Because right now google is showing me a lighthouse and a giant Lobster statue as top attractions, and i'm starting to loose my enthusiasm.