There used to be a time when I thought nothing of jaunting around the U.K. and Europe on my own for two weeks at a time, when I was in my early twenties, but I didn’t have migraines back then.
Now I’m facing my trip to the west side of Michigan next week, and I found myself dreading trying to deal with Saugatuck, Holland, Grand Haven and Muskegon, all places I've never been to. Every time I thought about my vacation, I found myself wishing I could just go back up north to Mackinaw. It so peaceful and quiet, and I know where everything is. All I want to do is sit on the hotel balcony facing the beach with some fudge and a magazine and chill out.
Therefore, like a big chicken shit, I bailed on my west side of Michigan trip and I booked a hotel for Mackinaw again.
I am disappointed in myself. Vacations used to mean challenge, exploration and brand new adventures. This may not seem like a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it represents how much migraines are changing my life. Now I’m just longing for the familiar because I’m so stressed out about living everyday life with chronic pain.
I’m still going to take my migraine plan on my vacation and I know I should be thankful that I’m not canceling this trip all together. Plus, I’m sure there are things in Mackinaw that I haven’t seen yet. I just miss the girl who thought nothing of taking off to Brussels without even a hotel booked.