Let me contemplate on that
Oh, the angst of life as seen via FB. A friend posted, today, that he is standing in front of the Taj Mahal (no photos, yet). Now, I know that’s not a local attraction, which means that he and his spouse have done the vacation in winter thing. And, instead of settling for the second choice (FL), they’ve gone international, with all that such an effort implies.
Am I jealous? Nope. Should I be? Unsure. I mean, it can’t be that bad, if HE did it. But trying to get the dog and radio gear through customs is more than I want to take on, at this point. Imagine trying to explain that my odd choice of luggage is logical. At least here, in the safety of my own space, I can pretend that this all makes perfect sense. No customs at my front door.
I’ve got a lot of friends that are into this whole travel thing, and I don’t get it. Perhaps I am offput by the whole airport thing. If I can’t get there by bicycle, (or train, or RV) is it even worth considering. And could I handle life without wifi? I think I’ll spend the rest of this winter contemplating the question. My version of life near the road.
I didn’t participate, but there was a “Come meet the new baby” session nearby. My first question: did the baby request this? My second question: will it (unsure of the gender assignment) remember? I don’t recall such moments in my own life, and my memory is “hot”.
