The Traveling Blues

My husband and I joke that God doesn’t want us to leave our zip code because every time we do, some major catastrophe happens.  My sister says that when we go on trips it is complete “mayhem.”  She also notes that normally I am a very organized person, so why do I have such a hard time traveling?  That’s a very good question, especially since before children I cruised my way through the entire country with nothing but good times. 

Pre-baby, I hiked, camped, white water rafted, visited, tore my way through over 30 states.  Happily.  With no mishaps.  Sometimes alone, sometimes with great friends.  Often with my cutie-pie husband. So went wrong?  I do not know.  Seriously, I don’t know. 

I do not think it is just my kids though because even when I take a short trip alone crazy things happen. Take the time I flew to my sister’s. My first flight ran way late, so the flight crew let a bunch of us with connections off the BACK of the plane to run across the tarmac…in hopes of catching our next flight.  I made it, some did not. I still feel sorry for the 80 year old lady who just couldn’t huff it through the airport.  But it didn’t end there.  Once I did land in my sister’s town, my luggage was lost. 

Actually, I have dozens of stories like this.  People have suggested that I do some travel writing, but it’d be more like a survival guide for the traveling challenged.  Hey…maybe that really would be a good book to read.  I’ll have to think about it. 

In the meantime, I will still ponder the question of “what happened? Why can I not travel like a normal person anymore?”  I’ll let you know if I come up with a good answer.

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