Ten days after the breakup, I got on the plane. Even if you scrupulously architect every last detail, you don’t get to choose what kind of vacation you take. I had certainly not planned on it being a breakup vacation. I hadn’t imagined it would take on the tenor it had, to be full of complicated feelings. Whenever my life turns into any kind of cliché, I am furious. Not me, I want to scream. Not me, I am special and unusual. But none of us are special and unusual. Our stories are all the same. It is just how you tell them that makes them worth hearing again.
