I’m having a massive post-holiday blues. And can I also say that I’m already having Monday blues when it’s technically still Sunday? Outside, it’s drizzling so I’m indoors sorting out my holiday photos when I came across my Maldives album.
Sunshine. White sand. Blue sea. Oh, the blue sea.
It was the summer of 2014.
My friend and I have had the idea of going to the Maldives in our heads for a few months but we never had the time to properly plan. And then at the last minute, we decided: let’s just go! Our annual leave request got approved and we started to look for holiday deals. For once, I wasn’t thinking budget. No point really. Maldives is expensive, let’s face it. So we splurged instead. Oh yes, that, we did.
I remember asking a friend who’s been to the Maldives:
“Shawn, is a week in Maldives too long for non-honeymooners?” I asked.
“Of course not” he said. But then he added…
“WARNING: It’s SUPER romantic. Consider taking your bf/significant other.”
I instantly replied, “PROBLEM: I don’t have one!”
You see, I was planning to go with a friend; a girlfriend. We’re both independent, in our 30s and SINGLE. But hey, almost half my life, I’ve been waiting for Mr.Right and he hasn’t shown up. If I reserve Maldives for my honeymoon destination, when will I go? What if, Mr. Right only turns up and gets on his knees when I am in my 40s? Or worse, 50s? I’ll have sagging boobs by then! Euwww…. Not a nice image. And what if I never get married? Oh, c’mon. I need to be realistic. There is always the IF. Does that mean I’ll never go to Maldives?
Not a chance. I’m going.
So my friend and I packed our bags and went.
And despite being two single girls on a honeymoon island, we had the grandest time. Lote and I made a pact: What happens in Maldives, stays in Maldives.