Back in April, I found myself with an overabundance of delusion. Kara's health was improving miraculously, and the world in general seemed to be a great, optimistic place. So during this period of rose colored vision, I bet my whole wad of Delta Skymiles on a 10-day trip for two to Hawaii.
Well, Kara's health, while making remarkable gains, hasn't improved quite to the point of taking this trip. Even worse, our financial situation is such that there's no way we could take the vacation, even by replacing rental cars and hotel rooms with bus passes and friend's floors. No, this trip is unfortunately not to be.
Finally giving in to reality, I called to cancel the tickets today and found that to get my Skymiles back I will need to pay $100. Ouch and Waaah! I'm going to have to wait a week or two on that. There isn't $100 to spare.
There may never be $100 to spare, but the thought of losing all of those Skymiles still really stings. I'd like to take this trip sometime in the next year or two, and that's not going to happen without Skymiles. I have little hope of earning more miles, as I doubt I'll be doing much flying for work, and our Delta credit card is no more. Those miles are my only hope, and I've gambled them away.
And so here I am, stuck with airline tickets I can't use or return, and not even any beer to cry in.