Travel

When I was younger, I imagined traveing the world. I waited until I was an older teen to travel, when I could truly appreciate the wonders and magic of new places, and also when I had the money. I thought of myself as "somehwhat" of an adventurer, traveling with a backpack to England, Scotland, Italy. There were many more mysteries just beyond the horizon.

Indeed, I traveled to many other places-other European cities; other American cities; Mexico; Canada;  Vietnam; the Philippines; Iceland; Caribbean Islands. I always went with an open heart and wide-open eyes. I was never disappointed. I imagined retirement as a time when I could travel far and wide. 

Yet, here I am, and the world has grown smaller. Places such as Russia, Poland, China now seem off limits.It feels like there is more time, but less desire to travel extensively. I am more tired and I like staying home. Air travel is more fraught.

It doesn't mean I am done. I still have a bucket list of Europen cities as well as Australia, Africa, Japan. How will I fare with a twenty plus hour plane ride? I am not sure. The magic and mystery of foreign soil still beckons, but the body (and mind) are fatigued. So, too, do I feel that way with American cities whose politics I abhor. Do I want to give my tourist money to those cities? My husband says no, but for me I am not certain.

There is much uncertainty as I travel in the future. All I can say is onward and upward. To where I am not sure.