My husband and I never went on a honeymoon. We were uber responsible and put all of what little money we had when we got married into purchasing a home. We then promptly went back to work the Monday after our wedding.
Not a plan I would suggest to anyone. Seriously, dumb.
I wish someone had told me to live a little and take a trip. Instead everyone said "Oh! You're so responsible! How smart!" I basked in the glory of being brilliant. Too bad it was one of the dumbest decisions I ever made.
Ah well, if that's the dumbest, then I guess I'm doing okay.
About a year after we were hitched, we visited St. Augustine for a few nights and dubbed it our 'sort-of, kind-of' honeymoon. It totally wasn't. My boss called and harassed me the whole time, and we were still too hung up on being careful with our money. But it was a nice long weekend.
Now, nearly eight years in, with three kids and more on the mind, the idea of a vacation seems like a dream. One day we'll go somewhere exotic. Maybe get a Bali villa rental at the Bali Villas Seminyak? I could live with that.
Just not another staycation. Please.
***The story is my own, but please note, this was a compensated post.