You know what’s amazing? Being on vacation. For the past four days, I’ve gotten paid to eat ice cream; watch hours upon hours of Brooklyn 99, Hannibal, Rectified, and Suits; and nap. Oh sweet midday siestas, how I’ve missed you.
Yep, paid vacation is the figurative shit. Can you believe I haven’t indulged in a true vacation in over 2 years? Like, what was I thinking? As a coping mechanism, I even convinced myself that I enjoy working. Pff.
However, even though my job allows me some pretty substantial vacation time, I’m slightly financially challenged. A.K.A. I’m broke. Oh the life of a twenty-something professional in the Lower Mainland–can’t afford to buy a house, but will shell out $5 for a bundle of organic kale.
So my vacation challenge is this: trick my brain into believing I’m indulging in a lavish vacation whilst spending as little as possible. One easy way of doing this is simply crossing the border into Washington. But–and this is the key–rather than visiting the usual cash-grabs (the mall, the outlets, Ross), head to the quaint beach town of Birch Bay.
In just over an hour, we got sun, sand, and a cool, salty breeze. And when we got hungry, we drove a short 20 minutes into Bellingham for a tasty dinner at one of the local breweries.
Check it out for yourself.