Wednesday, December 22, 2010

#reverb10–Day 22–Travel

“December 22 – Travel.  How did you travel in 2010? How and/or where would you like to travel next year?”  (Author: Tara Hunt)

Yes, I purposely skipped Day 21, “Future Self.” I doh-na like thinking about where I might be in five years and I don’t really have much advice for m’ future self. I’m too busy trying to be my present self…er,…being present with myself. Here. Now. In the time and space that truly matters. As for what I’d tell my younger self? Well, if she knew what I knew today then I wouldn’t be who I am today. While I have admittedly spent more time hating my life than enjoying it…it is those years of hating my life that have brought me to where I am, introduced me to the people I have met, virtually and otherwise.

Nuff said.

How did I travel in 2010? I didn’t. Not really. I made a road trip or two. One to my often ignored hometown to surprise my mother on Mother’s Day. The second to the Bay Area for a family gathering. I’ve been on a plane two times in my life—round trip—so I guess that means four times. hee-hee The first in 1984 to report for basic training in South Carolina. The second near the end of 2007 to say goodbye to a loved one in Phoenix, Arizona. In previous years my daughter and I have made a couple of road trips zig-zagging through the southwest to Arkansas, stopping to visit with family and friends. Otherwise my little world is quite small. Traveling consists of places I can drive to and from in less than a day.

Occasionally I use a bike or my legs and feet to walk, jog or skip. None get me very far.

There are places I’d like to visit, see and experience. However, being mostly non-adventurous and afraid of the unknown, I’m not holding my breath. At the same time, I am constantly trying to figure out how I can drive to Ireland.  Smile

1 comment:

  1. >I wish I could drive to Ireland too, and never return (kidding, mostly)! :)


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