For a month after a breakup in early June, I wavered between empowered mania and “Wuthering Heights” anguish.
If I’d had access to moors I would have roamed them nightly à la the book’s brutish, tormented hero, Heathcliff, wild-haired and sporting a messy cravat, but I was in Austin, Texas, where there is nary a moor and it’s too hot for roaming.
After this most recent split, however, I left the sphere of retail therapy and waltzed on the plane of shopping addiction.
Instead, I bought a ticket to Mexico to join my sister at a resort I couldn’t afford.
I spent $165 on a deep-tissue massage and $130 on an annual subscription to MasterClass.
Persons:
I’d, Heathcliff, Jumanji
Organizations:
Chase Sapphire Reserve
Locations:
Austin , Texas, Mexico