Yes, I can live with later. I think.
It’s not really as bad as you might think. In fact, as far as crises go, this one is rather tame. It doesn’t involve drugs nor will the IRS or fashion police come knocking on my door.
Have I mentioned there’s a down side to travel, aside from the fact it’s a rather expensive hobby? I didn’t think so.
My funk is obviously nothing a little time away won’t cure. Wait! That's the problem. We're home for the next month! Jimmy is in the basement replacing a furnace that's seen better days. I've seen better days.
I know. I’m sounding a bit like Scarlett O’Hara, the exciting chapters of my life now Gone with the Wind. I’m back to Tara, and the life of one less than exciting Chicago housewife. Gone are the days when every new day was a new port in a new city, filled with more adventure than anyone deserves much less can continue to pay for. I’d even learned to live out of a suitcase. It took me days to unpack from my last trip. Change is never easy. It's hard giving up the nomadic lifestyle.
I don’t like living on a budget either. Worrying about how I'm going to pay for all this travel is so boring, so middle class. Oh, that's right. I am middle class.
I can feel myself becoming boring again with nothing to add to the conversation beyond my expertise at clipping coupons. My Facebook page is filling up with the same predictable dribble I thought clever before I had more to offer via travel.
Nobody warned me travel could be so addicting, my life at home so mundane. I think suitcases should come with a warning label like cigarettes. In big, bold letters stretched across those bland carcasses (with space for adding your personal information, perhaps) the manufacturers should caution, in big, attention grabbing CAPS!: “TRAVELING MAY BE HAZARDOUS TO MAINTAINING THE MONOTONY OF THE 9-TO-5”; or up the ante and throw in some clout: “THE SURGEON GENERAL HAS DETERMINED THAT TRAVELING MAY MAKE RETURNING HOME HAZARDOUS TO YOUR MENTAL HEALTH.”
Maybe it’s time for an intervention.
Yes, yes! Welcome, Ben & Jerry! All the way from Vermont, aye. How nice of you.
Gotta get my travel in any way I can.