Two nights without the baby

And a good book

Last week, Adam and I left Leo with my parents for two nights and took a mini vacation to Catalina Island.

We stayed in Avalon, a “city” that feels more like a beach town than a city. The hub is a harbor, with storefronts and restaurants tucked behind beaches, and the whole area reminded me of teenage summers spent on the Jersey Shore with high school friends. We ate ice cream, played mini golf, and watched the sunset. Life with a baby involves a lot of logistics, and spending time away as a couple was a nice reminder of who we are when it’s just the two of us.

snapshots from catalina

When we were dating and first married, Adam and I prioritized travel. We ate octopus in Greece, croissants in Paris, acai bowls in Sydney, and so much pasta in Italy. It was a sweet time, marked by new love and a shared desire to see as much of the world together as possible. We bonded over our affinity for adventure and promised ourselves that we would still travel just as much when we became parents one day. But I failed to consider two factors: 1) I actually don’t want to leave my baby for very long and 2) traveling with a baby does not feel like a vacation. And so, for now, weekend getaways are where we’re at.

But I feel guilty sometimes.