Sunday, March 28, 2010

Turning 37

Lately I've been plagued by feelings of wanting to get away, run away. Escape. Things are mediocre and I'm bored with my life. The kids are growing up too fast. I miss the days of them all being small. 'Cole will be 16 in April, Pickles will be 15 in July and the twins will be 12 in October.
The days seem like they are rushing by.

There are things I want them to experience as a family. Things I want to show them.
The first vacation I went on was when I was somewhere around 18-21 years old. I had just received some money from an accident settlement and my mother and I rode down to her hometown in Georgia. 25 hours on a Greyhound bus. It was interesting. I got to meet family members I had never met before, but it didn't feel like a vacation. The highlight of the trip was going to a Piggly-Wiggly for the first time. LOL

From that moment on I decided that my kids would see more than the city of their birth and so would I. We would have adventures together.

I got a slow start with our adventure plans. Myrtle Beach in 2005, Hocking Hills State Park 2009, Pittsburgh earlier this year. My thirst for travel has not been quenched. There is still so much I want to experience, so many places I want to go.

I turned 37 years old last week. I don't feel any older or any different. I just feel like I'm ready for my adventure now.