When I was young and single I loved to travel. SinceI worked as a travel agent I had the opportunity to see some of the world, going to Europe as well as places closer to home like Hawaii and Mexico. I remember being pretty carefree when I jumped on a plane, never worrying about people I left behind or things that I couldn't do while I was gone. I just left it all behind me and enjoyed wherever I was. I didn't care about things like accommodations or money for food. I remember once having so little money to spend that when I was in Oslo, Norway, I bought a bunch of oranges and left them on the sill outside my hotel room window because it was cold enough that I could grab one or two first thing in the morning and have a nice cold piece of fruit for breakfast. An orange never tasted better! In that hotel the bathroom was down the hall and I dashed back and forth in a flimsy little robe never actually seeing another guest. Those were the days!Now when I travel the accommodations are everything. I want a nice bathroom that works well. I want a comfortable bed with room to stretch out. And I want my fiber and calcium at breakfast!
We become creatures of habit, and we also become tied to our responsibilities. We miss people more and we like our routines, whatever they may be. I still love to travel but I also enjoy a bit of luxury in my life. Not because I'm spoiled, but just because the old girl doesn't deal as well with change as she did forty years ago. I have a feeling in another ten years it will be even worse...
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I hear you !
Many years ago I bought a 1965 Thunderbird out of a junkyard for 800 dollars. Checked the oil and tires, slapped a set of plates on it (they belonged to a different car) and drove it from Louisanna to Maryland. No insurance,no registration,no title. Just a bill of sale and a prayer.
Worry Free. I'd say so. I get nervous now just thinking about it.
This post reminded me of taking 3 yr granddaughter to a hunting cabin with an outhouse. She did NOT like to use that place! The rest of the camping experience was fun for her,especially the hand pump for water. When we left, we stayed overnight in a motel, and we laid there in the dark listening to her mumbling. I asked what she was saying. Kimberly answered, "Saying my prayers." I asked if we could listen,she answered yes, and continued on with her prayers,slightly louder. We heard, "Thank you,Jesus, for this pillow.Thank you,Jesus, for this blankie, thank you,Jesus, for this bed, Thank you,Jesus, for this BATHROOM!" Mike and I stifled our laughter and he whispered, "I guess this girl appreciates the fine creature comforts!" She wasn't quite as carefree, obviously, as we were!
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