I had an entirely different post in mind for today, but it really doesn’t want to be written yet. My husband asked me years ago if I was ready to move to a new country, and I said I wanted my children to grow up near family. That wish hasn’t changed, but I feel ready for a new adventure. I can’t put my finger on what’s wrong exactly, but I feel stuck. Does anyone know what I mean?
I have lived in one place all my life and I have been very blessed to have my family around me. I think I have finally gotten to the point where I know if we move, they won’t think I am deserting them. Well, ummm, most of my family will know this. If you are not familiar with southern grandma types, you are born in one place, you live in one place, and you die in one place. It’s as simple as that. I don’t think my grandmother would understand the “itchy” feeling I have. The feeling that there is still something I need to do before I reach 40. Call it a mid-life crisis if you will.
So, after visiting family, I am even more convinced that they would come visit me wherever I go. I want to see more of Europe and would love to go back to England and Spain. I want to see where my husband went to school in Germany and where my ancestors came from in France, Germany, and England. I feel like one of the greatest gifts I could give my children would be the gift of travel. Not just reading about history, but seeing where things happened.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore…. Dream…. Discover…” ~Mark Twain
