If you follow along on social media or have been around me in the past week, you’re well aware that last week’s snowstorm derailed a trip to Amsterdam and Paris that had been in the works for months. Everything was booked, paid for, scheduled, locked, loaded and packed – but unfortunately, Kelly, Harley, Ally and myself will have to reschedule for another time.
As much as we’ve all kept a level head about it (for the most part), I think I speak for all of us when I say it sucks having a big trip like this shut down due to ONE DAY of bad weather. Canceling all of our activities was heartbreaking, and seeing our destinations look beautiful through the lens of the dozens of Dutch/Parisian lifestyle bloggers I follow on insta was torture. I’m not here to throw myself a pity party but needed to get at least a paragraph’s worth of complaining out onto the internet. Overall, I’m trying to look at the whole thing as a lesson in making the most of it.
Last Wednesday when we realized what was actually happening (flight cancellation emails rolled in super early in the morning), everyone handled it in their own *special* way. Harley, who spearheaded the entire trip, was in full on attack-mode, calling the airlines and trying to get us rebooked for the next day. When it was clear that wasn’t going to happen, she started contacting all of the organizations we’d booked through to track down refunds. Thank God she’s so on top of her shit because I don’t think I had the emotional capacity to do that at the time.
Ally was at work, fielding a very unstable group text (aptly called Amsterdamsels) trying to keep everyone calm. Her dad’s a pilot so we were getting his input on everything which definitely helped, but there wasn’t much that could be done. Kelly and I were together in my apartment letting everything slowly sink in.
At first, the whole thing felt so unreal. That morning I tried to stay logical and calm which worked for a good three hours – I actually got a haircut that day and talked about the whole ordeal so casually about it with my hairdresser. “Yeah, we had this whole thing booked but we’re just not going anymore. Oh well, time to figure out how to get our money back,” but…. that nonchalant attitude didn’t last too long. Within an hour of that conversation, I was crying in a Wendy’s (#lowpoint).
There is something so frustrating about not being in control. You can have the best attitude in the world, but there’s no fighting a snowstorm. Because all flights were canceled on Wednesday and the Thursday planes were all fully booked, we wouldn’t have been able to get out until Friday night. While that might not seem like a huge deal – there are a lot of reasons that didn’t make sense for our group, so the executive decision was made to call it off.
One huge bonus was that Kelly was able to get to New York before the snow kept her in Ohio, so we were able silver-linings-playbook the shit out of our canceled trip. I live with Ally, and see Harley on the #reg (<3 you girl), but Kelly and I see each other maybe twice, three times a year. We were especially excited for a chance to spend some quality time together during the trip so once the shitty reality of being grounded set in, Kelly and I broke my dry lent and planned an impromptu trip to Poughkeepsie, where we went to school. We are SO lucky to have amazing friends who let us stay with them (looking at you, Chris) and borrow a car so we could turn our weekend into an amazing staycation.
We spent the weekend eating all of our favorite food, watching sad movies (our specialty, TBT the time when I tricked her into watching Beaches) and talking each other into some pretty outlandish consolation purchases (let’s just say my jumpsuit collection has grown significantly).We ended up meeting a lot of interesting people too, who pointed in the direction of some great new-to-us restaurants and shops. We told our sad story to anyone who would listen, and they all reassured us that these things happen for a reason and we’ll get back there, eventually. As thrilled as I was to go explore new cities, the weekend ended up being more filling than my heart even had room for. Not to mention, it had been a while since we carpool-karaoked our way through Taylor Swift’s entire musical portfolio.
Moral of the story: shit happens. Make the most of it.