I've been unemployed for 3 + years. Ever since my being let go, I've dreamed of going to Key West. My brother would go with me, but I think I'd enjoy it more alone. I've travelled alone and don't like it at all. It seems like the 'wild and crazy' part of my brain takes over and the 'sensible" side interveens to remind me how miserable I'll be.
I'd really love to go. I won't even think about it yet.