I know people who haven’t visited hardly anywhere else in their lives, because being home is enough. I’m not that way–although I LOVE being home. In fact, I’m a genuine homebody with a wanderlust side. Is that possible? Can you relate?
I was a lucky kid, who got to go on summer vacations with the family until I was around 10, maybe 11. They didn’t happen as much when my older sister moved out. Never thought about that before. Huh. That’s also about when we moved to northern Wisconsin from central Wisconsin, for my dad’s job. Until the house sold, there was a lot of commuting back and forth, so I guess that counted as our “trips?” We went on a gazillion Sunday drives, taking short day trips to different locales, eating different food, seeing different sights, so I’d say that counts. My parents divorced when I was 13, so no more trips until I had enough income to pay for my own travels. My very first flight and vacation was when I travelled to Oxnard, California at age 21 to visit my older sister and her family. The travel bug bit me big time!
I’d actually started dreaming of travelling the world when I was 8 years old. Life magazine had an article, with gorgeous pictures, about the Emerald Isle or something like that–Ireland!. Oh my goodness–I looked at those pictures and read the story over and over and over. I was so excited when my mom finally told me I could rip it out of the magazine so I could keep it! It was up on my bulletin board for a long time. Last time I remember seeing it was in my mid 20’s, sorting through my “archive box” of memorabilia that I wanted to downsize. I remember thinking that I’d probably never make it there, and the article was tossed on the discard pile. For my 50th birthday, my husband “gave me” that trip. It was everything I’d dreamt of and absolutely more. Not kidding that I could move there. Hubby won’t though–he’s an American through and through.
I have friends who travel the globe, and I was so envious of them until lately. They literally left for England yesterday! Funny thing, I’m so glad to be home, taking care of things, writing on this blog (which I COULD do anywhere, I know!) playing with my two dogs, planning the garden, working on little projects… Right now the wanderlust in me is dormant. I suppose it’s because I just want to get healthy, and am focused on being whole as well as not being worried financially. But if I could travel… hmmmmm…. The five places I’d like to go…
–Thailand–I’d love to take my husband and son on a food journey through Thailand. We LOVE Thai food. When we eat out, that’s the most common place to find us.
–Back to Ireland, FOR SURE. I’d seriously love to have a place there, so I could go home to County Kilkenney whenever I wanted.
–Back to Italy, again (went before in my early 30’s) on a food journey with my hubby and son–that’s our second favorite food! I’d really enjoy taking them to the places they’ve heard about and seen in my picture albums.
–The other two locations would be in the U.S. I’d like to stay somewhere on a horse ranch, and also a place in the mountains. A couple of weeks would be long enough to get a feel for the life/area. Mountains call me most of the time, but I do enjoy the ocean as well. Had one of my most relaxing vacations EVER two years ago on the beach in South Carolina. I loved living in San Francisco, thoroughly enjoyed Colorado when we visited there 10 years ago, loved visiting Boston, couldn’t get enough coastline in Maine, found the Redwoods to be spectacular…
Yeah, I’ve travelled a bit. And hope to continue because my wanderlust probably won’t dissipate. Don’t think I’d want it to–it’s definitely part of my adventure called life, part of my journey helping me experience happiness.
With warm wishes for your journey,