I am on a staycation this week with my girlfriend Jean. Seeing as we live next door to the Tropicana, I admit we are cheating quite a bit. But at any rate, it is a great thing to consider doing yourself. There's no packing or toll roads or maps or dirty bathrooms (Jean just cleaned ours) or flat tires or horrible roadside food. Yes. Did I mention no packing?
I hate packing. It brings out the best of my ability to procrastinate. I will balance my checkbook, clean out every junk drawer, and prepay next month's bills just to avoid throwing underwear and a toothbrush in a duffel bag. I suppose I don't like change.