Spontaneously go on holiday.
Whenever possible.
If your mother randomly comes home one day and proposes a fully paid trip to Cornwall for the week, you would be a fool not to accept. A week away from the boredom of your own home and the stresses of your life, a week to be filled with blissful, easy ignorance and mindless self indulgence. Yes. Please.
So what if the weather wasn't as summer-y as it could've been? It wass worse back home... and it wasn't home! Nice nice niiice.
Seven days spent watching beautiful surfers just chilling on a beach, eating ice cream and pasties, flirting with boys in a folk rock band in St Ives and playing canasta with a bottle of gin. All paid for by your wonderful mother and sister. Who could say no?! Money well spent girls, good fucking job.
Do it, seriously! I advise it. Even if it is to a shitty cabin in muddy Scotland, or some rough council estate in Norway; whatever, who cares? Just get away from where you are and have an awesome time somewhere else! Somewhere else is my favourite place.
Go on, off you go on your spontaneous travels. Just hop in the car, drive to a ferry dock or an airport or find a hot air balloon... Your choice. Just get away. Whenever poss.
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