This month's topic made me think.
Really think.
What are your bucket list trips...
I am a homebody by nature. I like nothing more than being in my own house, sleeping in my own bed, and using my own shower. I have all the things I love and need surrounding me in just the place I want them. I know where my toiletries are without thinking; I can pull the correct pot I need from the cabinet without even looking; my clothes are always in the right place. I don't need to go out to eat a meal - I just open the fridge and cook something.
My television is pre-programmed to the shows I watch routinely.
See? Homebody!
I grew up in New York City and the first time I was ever on a plane was when I was 21, Vice President of my College's student nurse organization, and I had to fly to Minneapolis for a convention.
I couldn't wait to get back home.
Over the course of my 62 years, I've been to Ireland ( twice), England (twice), Barcelona ( once) Acapulco ( once), 20 US States, Montreal and Quebec ( once, each), Bermuda ( twice) the Bahamas ( once), Nova Scotia ( once) and Hawaii ( once - this was my favorite trip and the only one I cried over when I had to come home!) Iceland( once - worst trip ever!)
Each trip was lovely and except for Hawaii, I couldn't wait to get home again.
I think I've traveled enough.
My husband is a traveler. If he could, he would travel 6 months of the year. I have never had the desire to be away from home.
Maybe it's because I had such a disruptive upbringing. We moved multiple times - sometimes 2-3 times in a year - because money was scarce and rent was high, sometimes impossible to pay.
I never felt like I belonged anywhere permanently. Some would think because of this itinerant upbringing I would be a natural traveler.
Nope. Once I found my forever home I vowed to stay put...forever.
So, my bucket travel list, for now, is empty. I am content to sit at home, play with the dog, visit my grandson, and simply bask in the familiarity of my life.










