A Million, Billion, Trillion Tiny Feelings Pt. 16
Notes from a father's first pregnancy
October 29, 2017
It took us two years to go on our honeymoon. In the few years following our marriage, some combination of my touring schedule and Emily’s starting over in the world of self-employment meant neither money nor time would allow us a weeklong jaunt to someplace exotic.
En route home from our wedding in Asbury Park, New Jersey, we spent a single night at a fancy hotel in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina. We stayed on the beach, not far from the mound where the Wright Brothers first took flight. But we always dreamed of taking a proper honeymoon.
Initially, we discussed flying to Barcelona and driving to see friends in Rome, passing through Monaco, Lombardy, and The Marche. Then we spent the bulk of the money gifted to us at our wedding when we bought our house.
After that, we’d bandied about several more frugal ideas, most of which involved some kind of road trip.
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