Thursday, September 9, 2010
Shufflin' off to . . .
Preparing to go away is always the hardest part of the trip for me. The planning, the flying or driving, following maps, getting lost . . . it's all part of the adventure. But it's just so dang hard for me to leave my home. I love my home. If I had my druthers, I would stay here and let all of the fun places, like Disneyland and the Grand Canyon come to me. But that won't happen, so occasionally I have to make myself -- and I do mean Make.Myself -- pack up and go somewhere. I just have to bite the bullet and work through the anticipation of leaving my bed and my dogs and my own bathroom, and just Do It. And once, I'm out the door, in the car, on the plane, it's fine. I just hate the idea of leaving.
And going by myself -- without my kids or, even worse, without my husband -- that's a whole 'nother level. Once I'm at my destination, I always enjoy myself and wonder why I've been such a sissy. It's a "condition," I'm sure, and there must be a name for it. I think it's called Guilt:).
I won't tell you where I'm headed, but will have lots of pictures to share when I get back!