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End-of-Year Travelling

We've been 'planning' (more like thinking) our end-of-the-year trip to South East Asia.

Big drama (he said it was a 'discussion') over the weekend. I was so disappointed and upset when he answered yes to my question: 'So will you still go if I decided not to go?'

I don't know what eventually made me to 'let it go' and to convince myself that he still cares and loves me. I think his answer did make me feel as though I was not important enough to make him change 'just' his travel plans. (Perhaps travelling is like a super important thing for some people?) I don't know. Just didn't like the fact that my feelings/well-being got ranked behind his travel plans.

Anyway, since I chose to let it go, I might as well forget about what he did/we did on the weekend.

We finally made some flight bookings just now. Some. Yes, some. Why? Because I think, it's a bit complicated with the way we are doing it. Not that I want to do it this way, but....I will explain later.

This trip will require us to make multiple connecting flights. And as I haven't got my new passport/ name change (yes, I will be changing my name slightly..can't divulge too much here), making these multiple itineraries makes me stressed. Because if something needs to be changed, I will have to contact multiple agencies/airlines.

We are quite different when it comes to travel expectations. He doesn't mind flying budget/ living in hostels. In fact, he Loves them. Me, on the other hand, hates budget and hostels.

I need to have clean sheets to sleep on. By clean, I mean they not only have to Look clean, but must be clean under the microscope too! Bacteria/germs dun get killed properly, without proper cleaning and drying under high temperature. Between budget hostels and hotels, I am less skeptical about hotels given that they have established SOPs for staff to follow. At least, there are some sort of procedures in place, things are more structured compared to family-run hostels, operating under tight budgets.

And then with flying, I trust established airlines like SQ, Qantas, etc. more than Ethiopian. I mean bigger, reputable companies like SQ, QF have more resources to maintain, purchase newer aircrafts. I really don't want to risk my life flying on a 20-year-old plane. I have my family who love me back home.

Anyway, we booked Budget. I have flown on Scoot so at least I know what to expect, so it is still barely acceptable. After weeks + hours of 'discussions', I thought we were going to have Emirates finally to save the hassle (and since budget is not that cheap at the end-of-the-year anyway), we still ended up with Scoot and Air Asia.

I am not going to complain at his back, since I agreed to these. However, he did promise that since we are saving on flights, then we can have 'better' accommodation. I don't know what he meant by 'better', I have communicated with him multiple times what are acceptable to me when it comes to choosing an accommodation.

He asked me to 'trust him'.

Ok. Fine. I will try to not worry about these. (I have been very stressed with all these travel plans in the last few weeks and my sleep had been affected as well).

I think we have communicated. I think I have told him explicitly what are the basic requirements for me to not go mad in South East Asia (I need clean sheets, laundry facilities to wash my clothes since are are going to be away for a few weeks, Private room not dorm room!, etc.)

And I think I will just sit back, relax, and see if the 'communication(s)' was effective.

He fell asleep just now on the phone while I was talking. Sigh...

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