I’ve had a few people ask how we do it. How do we manage to do so many fun things and take so many trips? I’ve even had a few assume we must have a lot of money, which made me laugh.
One of the great things about getting to 50 and beyond is we’ve had so many different experiences and life changes. For me, I’ve had it all, and lost it all, more than once.
I learned awhile back that possessing things isn’t important to me. Having lost all my “things” during the housing crisis taught me the most important lesson I’ve learned in life.
“You can take away my things, but you can’t take away my experiences.”
I know I should be writing today’s post, and I even knew what I wanted to write, but I’m distracted. Partly emotionally, and partly because of working on travel arrangements for next month.
I’m not sure if it’s just me, or if you experience the same thing. This time of year can be a little difficult for me. Maybe it’s the shorter days, or the upcoming holidays that affect my mood. But today I’m not my usual chipper self. Continue reading
From the mountains…
To the desert…
To the sea…
I love my state. So much to see and do.
Look around, we live in an amazing country. What do you love about your home state?
My husband and I get to travel around a fair amount. He has a job on the road now, so every once in a while I tag along and we end up in interesting places, like Long Beach, California. Right now I’m on The Queen Mary writing this. It no longer sets sail, but resides dockside as a hotel.
It may not seem like it, but I like to think of myself as lucky. Leaving Michigan didn’t turned out like I thought it was going to, and finding myself on the cold side of a door wasn’t exactly good fortune. But luck was still on my side as I waited for Jonathan to pick me up.
As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, in that moment the only thing I had to my name was a suitcase full of clothes and a few keepsakes, a couple of dollars and a phone number of a stranger I had met just hours earlier.
That stranger pulled up and opened the car door and said to hop in. It was 1978 in the Mid-West and yeah, I had hitch hiked before, but this was different. Hitch hiking always scared me, but I didn’t feel worried when I got into that car.