Keeping in theme with “Family Week” on The World or Bust.  I’d like to talk about how I think I’ve come to the age where family vactions are no longer in my plans (until that family is the one I create and drag my snot nosed kids wherever I want to).

I came to this decision after my recent trip to Chicago.  Granted we weren’t really there for vacation but rather my little cousin’s Bat Mitzvah.  My parents (who I’m sure my mom will leave some annoying comment below), brother, his  fiancé and I were all bunked up in the same hotel.

The issue isn’t that I don’t like my family, it’s that we are all adults now and have our own agendas, things we want to do on our own time/schedules etc. This makes for pointless bickering as everyone struggles to maintain their comfort zones.

Well, the real main reason I’m done traveling with my family is that I consistently get the shaft on every accommodation. My brother and his woman obviously get their own room, my parents, a given, but then there is little old me.  My frugal mom can’t rationalize getting me my own room as I’m alone (I’m just going to start inviting random girls with me on every trip), but then again they don’t want me to sleep in theirs.  This means one thing, the limbo area on the shitty sofa couch bed in their room’s small living area.

I’m the tallest one in my family, where’s the respect?!

Yea I get it, beggars can’t be choosers, but I’m not 8 years old anymore as everyone seems to perpetually have stuck in their heads (they still call me “JJ”). My mom even tried to give me the excuse why she didn’t book me a room was that “when I traveled in Europe with my family, I slept on couches too”.  I had to remind her that she was 12 on that trip.

I’m not a hotel snob, but I am beginning to require certain things when I travel, that usually consists of an actual bed.  You also know you’re starting to get older when your parents bitch about paying for your room too.

The days of luxury family holidays are over for me and my family.  I guess that’s somewhat depressing, but at the same time, when you start to feel like Baby Huey in your own family, maybe it’s time to start fronting your own hotel bills. And you also know you’re getting older when that doesn’t seem like a bigger deal then a sore back the next day.