I am planning a vacation.
I tend to flutter from one project to another -- I started my job and immediately worked on moving. I moved, and now I need something else to focus and obsess over. Thanksgiving also waits perilously close by, and while I absolutely love planning dinner for 30 people (yes, I have already started preliminary work on a menu), I need something a little bit grander on my plate.
Here is the (massively tentative) itinerary:
I leave New York in May. Fly into Europe, possibly Amsterdam if my flying partner is insistent, possibly Paris if he is not. Then a train to the north tip of Germany and an overnight cruise ship (included in the price of my Eurail pass) to Helsinki, and then a short ferry to Tallinn in Estonia -- again, unless my traveling partner insists on going to Prague first. A few days taking in Tallinn, and then a hop over to Moscow, and a jaunt down the Trans-Siberian Railroad to Beijing. And possibly, depending on timing, we skip over to Tokyo (since we will be so close anyway, there is hardly any point in missing it) and then back to Home Sweet New Yorky Home, two or three weeks later.
The tremendously exciting and (simultaneously) tremendously scary part about this plan is that by May, it will be fairly easily within my reach. Amazing what full-time jobs can do for a boy, is it not?