I recently had surgery to remove my fibroids, and these past weeks have felt like a cocoon phase. Healing. Resting. Rebuilding. Creating the world I want to live in — right here from my laptop.
Recovery has given me the space to dream again. To plan. I now have time to imagine the life waiting for me once I’m moving freely in the world. This season has definitely been about recovery.
And as my body grows stronger, one question keeps tapping on my shoulder:
If money weren’t a concern and I could fly anywhere in the world… where would I go?
Now I’m asking you —
Where would you go?
My process for choosing my next destination always starts the same way.
I’m wrapped in blankets, tucked into my little cocoon of a bed, and I start deep-diving into Google Maps like it’s my soulmate.
I always joke that the trust I have in Google Maps is the kind of trust I wish I had in a man. The way I zoom in and out of continents, whispering to myself, “Okay, what’s the vibe this time?” I just know Google Maps is going to give me the tea.
Am I in my European-snob-with-a-side-of-I’m-dancing-till-the-sun-comes-up era?
Do I want to eat my soul happy somewhere in Asia?
Maybe I want to melt under the African sun, surf in Australia, dance the night away in South America, or chase soft beach days in Central America.
Whatever mood I’m in — I’ll find it.
And once the vibe locks in, that’s when I start creeping over to Skyscanner like,
“Alright, babe, what’s the price saying?”
Whatever falls in my price range starts the daydream. I imagine myself walking those streets, eating that food, living happily in that chapter.
Because before the flight gets booked… I have to see myself there first.
From there, the ritual unfolds — planning outfits, rearranging my schedule, shifting days around to make room for the vision.
The world is so big, yet somehow so small. We could spend our whole lives exploring country after country and still feel like there’s always more, and we’ve only scratched the surface of what there truly is.
I guess what I’m really saying is… maybe it’s not about where we go, but what vibe we’re chasing. The destination just follows the feeling.