“So, I’ve been thinking,” I say to my husband late one night. “You know all that money we have saved up for me to do an internship.”
He looks at me skeptically. “Yeah?”
“Well, since I’m doing an internship close to home, we don’t really need it for anything, right?”
“Except for moving after you graduate,” he says, “and maybe student loans or an extra car payment if we have some leftover.”
“Yeah, except for that,” I say, waving responsibility off. “So, why do we go to England with it?”
His eyes turn soft, the way they always do before he says no. “Honey, you know we can’t afford that. We need that money for other stuff.”
“But we’ll never be able to afford it. If we don’t go now, when will we?”
“I just don’t think we should.”
“If we always do what we should, we’ll never do what we want,” I say, my arms crossing my chest as I stare him down.
“You know, you’re right,” he says with a smile. “Let’s go to England.”
And that’s how it happened my friends. We finally accepted that the conditions will never be perfect. We’ll never have enough money. And there’s always something else we “should” be doing. But we’re going anyway.
Sometimes, you just have to live.