Recently my bestie sent me a meme that said something like ‘you grew up hearing stories about the aunt that traveled the world, and now you’re that aunt.’ And Ive been thinking about that all day, because I didn’t have a World traveling Auntie. My mother had two sisters, and I only interacted with one, and she was fly but she had a family so I don’t recall any traveling. In regards to my two godmothers, they didn’t travel much except for the occasional casino trip to Atlantic City, or Delaware. I also think during their generation, it was standard to have the long term job that you dedicated forty years. Sidenote, Its during these times I wish I could chat with my mother about her thoughts on travel. I don’t even know if she had a passport.
Being thirty7, I don’t think I will be having kids, and I’ve made peace with that decision, especially since my life would drastically change. It would have to! Traveling isn’t a replacement. Lets be clear, but it does make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. The feel of being able to immerse myself in a new place, or in an old place but with a different view, is one that I could never explain with words correctly.
Jonez.
Jonez, Where We Going? 