The last two years have been all about moving, moving and more moving – and not the kind I like.
Ours has been boxes and packing tape and negotiating what we could and couldn’t live without. I’ve been from my condo to the big house to the apartment and now the loft and nary an airplane trip has been had.
We’ve had some trips to the beach and I’ve taken a wee independent woman sabbatical in North Georgia, but that’s a far cry from the solo trips to London, Ireland, California and the like that made my heart swell and sing and dance.
Well my little beetches, that’s gonna change.
(This isn’t the part where I explain in painful detail that The Mc doesn’t fly, I’ll save that for another post when I feel I can write about it without excessive swearing and name calling)
The Mc got himself one of them there fancy passport thingies and we’re goin’ on a cruise! Now I’ll admit I’m going into this a teency bit skeptical: what with them being the floating version of Panama City and people flying overboard never to be seen again or getting some heinous stomach bug and having to share a phone booth sized bathroom while their insides explode…yeah yeah. Skeptical. That said, it’s also a means to crossing one more thing off my life to-do list: I’M GOING TO SWIM WITH TURTLES! zomghellzyesyoudirtywhores!
That’s next month. Also next month: a return visit to The Hostel in the Forest with Gwen and Kells. Holy crap can’t wait for that either. What’s not to love about showering in the middle of the forest and sleeping in a treehouse? Crap that’s the goods right there.
In late July if the stars align, I’ll hook up with some of my dad’s family in Omaha for a mini-reunion, to be followed (very appropriately) a few months later by a trip to Ireland with my friend John. Hells yes!
If airfares cooperate hopefully I’ll make a summer voyage back to AK as well, but I’m not totally optimistic about that.
Man, I feel alive just thinking about what this year has in store with travel…realizing of course how incredibly shallow this post sounded.
Ugh.
Let’s just change the focus, then. What makes you so happy you can’t stand it and fills you up?
31 Mar 09
11:13 pm
zomghellzyesyoudirtywhores!
I LIKE TURTLES!
01 Apr 09
11:48 pm
Plans like those make me excited for you!
For me, it’s softball, pure and simple. I love it – could play it every day if this old body would let me. I have played at least 1 game every summer since I was 6. I still get all giddy and tickley in my stomach before the first tournament.
I love that I get a dose of blue-collar goodness – few of my teammates have white collar jobs. I love the smell of the grass, the feel of the sun, the sounds of a game, the taste of the cold beer. I love turning a double-play at 2nd, and burning the left fielder with a bomb. I love leaving the house at the crack of dawn and not coming back until late that night — tired, sweaty and sun burned (working on that last one now).
Well, ok then… got carried away a little there, didn’t I? So, I know what you mean about the shallow feeling – I’m supposed to say “my kids,” or “my husband,” right? Nope. And they pretty much kinda know that, but love me anyway.