As people have heard that I'm going to Puerto Rico, it seems the inevitable question is this: who are you going with? I tell them that I'm flying solo on this one, and they often say, "oh, that's too bad" or something similar. I tend to temper this by saying that my brother was thinking of going, but it didn't work out for him, as if that would explain why I'm going by myself.
Look, when you're single and 37 you get used to doing things by yourself. I can really have a great time by myself on vacation and there are certainly huge benefits to being able to completely pick out your itinerary or what the next day will bring. That being said it goes without saying that I'm going to be looking forward to being able to travel with my wife, whenever God sees fit to bring her to me. But I honestly think some people are surprised that I would go to a Caribbean island by myself. What do they expect? Should single people put their lives on hold just because they're single? It's absurd. I'm going to Puerto Rico, and I'm going to have a great time.
I'm sure there will be times when I'm there where I'll get a bit melancholy, pining for a wife to share trips like this with, just as I still find moments of loneliness hitting me as I go through life here in Michigan. That's my cross to bear right now, though compared with the crosses a lot of us have to bear, it's a small thing. And let's be honest: how great a cross will that be to bear when I'm basking in 80º weather? If that's suffering, give me more!