Wednesday, February 20, 2008

vacation travel

I moved to New York in June 2004. That August, my mom came to visit. That Christmas, 2004, she visited again. That February, I returned home to Seattle to visit. That April, two friends from school and I went to Las Vegas. In the summer of 2005 , I went to Seattle and drove back to New York. The next Christmas, my mom and I went to Barcelona and Paris. February 2006 was Prague. April, New Orleans. Summer, Seattle with Boyfriend. Another Christmas, Amsterdam. In 2007, February was London and Paris with Boyfriend. April break, back to Seattle. The summer, Australia! Christmas, Seattle again.

And now, 2008 February=nowhere. :(

I have been extremely lucky to have traveled so much in the last few years. Of course, it's one of my priorities, and I had a per-session job those years, so I did have the money for it. This year, my homework center was cut because of budget (even before the big city cuts), so I don't have extra money. (The Christmas trip was paid for with a voucher we got last February, so that didn't really cost much.) It's pretty depressing to be forced out of the habit. I miss my passport!

I have friends in town but they're not here, so I'm alone. I suppose I can't say I've never had this much free time alone, because there were plenty of empty days during the summers, but still, it's not exactly fun and exciting. It is all too easy for me to indulge my slothful hermit tendencies.

Speaking of indulgence, I just took a look at lenses for my film camera. There are 50mm lenses and 100-300mmlenses for under $80!!!....I'm so tempted, but I just can't let myself buy anything like that. At least, not yet. Sigh.


dramamath said...

I know the feeling. I haven't traveled since Atticus was an only child, and that was only to Indiana. Now I have a new passport and no place to go after my summer plans fell through (only one student was willing to travel...CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!).

17 (really 15) more years said...

I fully understand the wanderlust- I had almost a 10 year stretch where I would travel 3 or 4 times a year.

Now, I'm lucky to get away once a year. My April vacation had to be cancelled; at one point in my life, I would have been fit to be tied- now, it doesn't bother me nearly as much. I have learned in my old age that being happy at home, sometimes being content all by myself, is an accomplishment in itself.

When you travel, enjoy every minute of it- but be pragmatic about it to- if something is meant to be, it will happen.