I’ve been in New York City for three years now, but if you were to count the years I lived in Chicago, I’ve been a city slicker for almost eight years come September. That’s a lot of years to be away from a small beach town, which is the absolute polar opposite of living in a bustling city full of millions of people.
I think by now you’ve probably figured out that my husband and I are pretty frugal. We keep our spending on the slimmer side and try to stay smart about our savings. So, when we take any type of trip, it really feels like a treat. And traveling to Austin, Texas for my birthday certainly did not disappoint.
Getting the opportunity to go on a trip with Oliver is very rare. Finding the right time and having enough money tends to always be an issue. It’s been wonderful to vacation with our families, but a little getaway the two of us? That hasn’t happened since our honeymoon. So I was over the moon when Oliver suggested seeing an opera in Philadelphia.
I finally felt like I got a grip on things. I was on top of my game at work, Oliver & I were in a good routine of working out and budgeting our food, and I was making new friends and enjoying the city for what felt like the first time since moving here. Yes, it sure felt like I was finally settling the score with New York City…until one day at work when one of my favorite sandals magically broke.