For those of us in the US, breaks and vacations are looked at as rewards. Something we get when we do a good job or achieve one of those accomplishments that push us closer to “success”.
During a moment of grief at my mother’s home, I felt clouded, foggy, and a little trapped. I began to try and remember how I felt when I was blissfully happy. That girl felt like a distant cousin.
I decided I needed a break.
F*ck it. Why not?
I always have places saved in my airbnb and i’m always up on what flight tickets are to certain places so why not just pull the trigger already?
I found an Airbnb, flew 3,000 miles to LA and drove 2 hours to Joshua Tree.
Outdoor Desert Art Museum
Joshua Tree, CA