A Girls' Weekend in Mallorca: The Trip I Nearly Didn't Take
I'm going to be honest here, I didn't want to go on a girls' weekend with my closest friends from high school.
Since leaving school 4 years ago, I had felt a rift appear in our friendship. We had all changed so much. I had barely seen them in the years leading up to the trip and when I did, I had often been the quiet one, unable to join in with tales of university or what it was like to work for a large corporation. I was so different.
It would have been different if boyfriends were allowed to come. I'd have Lewis with me, my rock. So if I did feel isolated, at least I had him for support. Alas, it was 'girls only', like every event they organised. Sometimes I wondered if they even liked their own boyfriends at all.
But at the same time, part of me was concerned about throwing away our friendship. I'm notorious for burning bridges. I'm one of those people who moves on with life and often leaves people behind, not deliberately. I just suck at keeping in contact.
So whilst I moaned and was certain I would not be going away with them in 2017, part of me doubted whether I was making the right decision. Maybe I should make an effort. After all, friends were important, right?
I bit the bullet and agreed to go away with them which was a hard enough decision in itself. I did not expect what happened next.
Shortly before I was due to go away, my grandad sadly passed away. As if that wasn't bad enough, the funeral was booked for the same day I was due to fly to Mallorca.
I was faced with a decision.
I could fork out hundreds more pounds on a flight the day after, arriving a day later than everyone else and thus only having 2 days on the island. Or I could cancel altogether.
But then, I never was a quitter.
Below is a chronological list of all my blog posts from this trip.