You guys,
I’m back in Wilmington with Sam and George and couldn’t be happier to be home. I missed my family, my bed, my routine, even my morning coffee in my blue mug.
One week of travel left me with a sinking realization: I’m not a good traveler.
I had zero responsibilities while I was away and loved connecting in person with my girlfriends, but I slept horrible and felt sick by the end of it. I showered every day but somehow never felt clean. When Leah suggested we head out to see waterfalls I declined. Going back to our room to relax sounded much more appealing.
But I want to be a good traveler! Just like I want to be a laid back, go-with-the-flow surfer chick even though I’m a highly anxious worrier who’s scared of the ocean.
If you ask me what I value most, traveling is at the top of my list. It’s an opportunity to grow and experience different cultures and customs. It’s a way to get out of my comfort zone and see the world. And it’s even more important to me now that I have kids because I want them to be good travelers.
Is there a way to become a better traveler? Or am I forcing something I shouldn’t force?
Essay of the Week
What’s your 5-year plan?
I love this question. It feels good to dream big and make goals for myself.
But when I look at my 5-year plan from 2016 it does not match up with my reality of 2021.
So the 5-year plan needs a makeover. [Read the post here.]
Over Shot
I told Sam we needed more Halloween candy.
Last year we experienced the insanity that is trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. We needed to be prepared. So even when he came back from the store with eight more bags of candy I still shook my head. “I don’t know if this will be enough.”
We have so much fucking leftover candy. We didn’t even open four bags of Reeses and Twix and one box of King Size bars.
It didn’t help that I was stingy with how much kids could take. When I told the kids, “You can take two,” Sam interjected, “Take as many as you want.”
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Until next week,
Charlie