On Tuesday, I booked a ticket to Nice.
On Wednesday, I had two doctor’s appointments and applied for a new credit card.
On Thursday, I bought travel insurance and found myself lingering around the travel sized items display for far longer than any sane person should.
I think I might be an adult. An adult traveling to the South of France with all the insurance she could buy and all the sunscreen that will fit into my suitcase and carry on. Why does this make me want to run around in circles like a kid?