I’m a few years away from being forty, a mom of two, and my husband and I are eight months away from our tenth wedding anniversary. I think it’s safe to say that I’m seasoned with noteworthy life experiences, and for the most part, I’ve settled into who I am confident. But that doesn’t mean that I’m unwilling, too old or too set in my ways to embrace change (or a little fun).
We planned a five-day getaway to Grand Bahama Island, Freeport, the Bahamas with my brother, his girlfriend, and my cousin and his wife. My anticipation for the trip grew daily in the months leading up to the trip. Between feeling my way through this new blogger-life and work-life balance stress, I NEEDED THIS TRIP!
We aren’t new to traveling. My husband and I travel with groups of friends regularly, and it’s always a good time. This trip was a little different because I was traveling with my brother (his girlfriend) and male cousin (and his wife), and both couples are a decade younger than us! Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a damn good time. But, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was concerned about how things would play out being a generation older than the other couples. We automatically claimed our roles as the elders of the group, along with a list of things that “we” do (or don’t do) while on vacation. You know, in true old people fashion.
Y’all, this was the best destination vacation trip I’ve been on to date! The island was crazy, sexy, cool. The people were friendly and welcoming. Our travel group was lit! And I learned three valuable lessons from this trip!