Shortly after we were married in November 2018, we began to think about a honeymoon.
I had two weeks off from work at the end of March in 2019 and we decided that was when we would go on our trip.
“Japan,” he said. “Japan! Japan! Japan!”
He insisted that I would love it. The dates I had off from work also happened to align with cherry blossom season.
“It will be stunning,” he said. “I promise.”
I was less convinced. I’d had a dream of a beach and a white swim suit, a steady stream of margaritas with chunky salt on the rim. Still, he was so excited about the idea that I agreed.