Getting there

Ken's post:

So we're almost ready to go. Things done: plane ticket booked, family notified, train ticket bought, apartment gone, working VISA's for U.K completed, jobs quit, travel insurance purchased, loads of cash saved, first two days at a London hostel paid for, Flight from London to Amsterdam booked. Things to do: finish working, move out of apartment, have goodbye party with friends and Matt Smith, exchange Canadian moneys into English moneys and European moneys, reassure Kalene that everything will be O.K and ask her to do the same for me, get to airport, get on aeroplane, order cocktail, cheers Kalene.

Stuff

Kalene's post:

So I’m 25 and recently I took stock of my life.  My best friend got married and I too am in a serious relationship.  This brought about a million questions on whether I was ready to get married, whether I was with the person I was meant to spend my life with, how, if we wanted to tie the know we could afford it, and how we could go about making all these decisions with integrity.  My partner and I Ken are very very happy together.  I mean sure we argue now and then but truly all the little things I wanted from a man he provides, he actually does surprise me on a daily basis.  He loves doing little tasks with me like grocery shopping for an amazing dinner at home, drinking a glass of wine in the tub, and snuggling, lots of snuggling.  So why not marry him?  Because as I tried to prepare myself to walk my best friend into adulthood I was terrified at the thought of never experiencing some of the crazy frivolity that always seems to elude me but that I crave so desperately. 

I’ve always done things the right way.  I stand a little left of centre while doing it but I still follow the rules of whatever game I’m playing.  I don’t want to end up broke, and miserable but couldn’t I end of broke and happy?  I went to high school and got good grades, I grtaduated with a 92% average, no awards though cuz 92% is nothing special when you go to a special school.  I went to University and got into  a programme of 16 people.  Highly sought after and highly respected.  I learned a lot, but where my classmates have made connections to last them a lifetime, I left with very organized lessons and nowhere to turn.  I worked at a catering company where within a year I was at the top of the food chain making 24$ an hour (quite good for a 22 year old girl in Toronto with an acting degree).  Now I’m stuck making that same wage, stuck in Toronto which I’m beginning to hate and feeling like saving for a wedding is about he most exciting prospect I can muster. 

Well fuck that.  About a month after the wedding Ken and I got to talking, we’d been getting better at saving and were actually making some headway in our financial lives for once.  He seemed to have turned a corner and now he wants adventure too.  So the planning began.  We decided to go to Europe.  We bought a ticket and we will be gone as long as it takes to figure out the game plan for the next chapter.  This is the prologue for hat I hope turns into a novel of hilarious wisdom… thought at the time I think it will be just hilarious.

So: 3-2-1…. PLAY.