I do not mean to sound ungrateful or that I am not appreciative of what I have.
But I am not a traveler.
Some people get excited by travel...seeing the world, going to new places, trying new things.
It stresses me out.
I actually don't mind the planning. I find that fun. Where will we go? Where will we stay? Looking at hotels and cottages. Finding restaurants...anticipating, fantasizing, daydreaming...
But then a few weeks before...the reality that I have to leave my nice, cozy house hits. I have to go outside my comfort zone. Suddenly, I am aching to do all of those projects I had been putting off. Oh, to organize the garage. Or paint my bedroom. Or redecorate Piper's room. I find myself on Pinterest thinking, "Why the heck did I schedule a trip? I want to paint my bedroom...that would be so fun...buy new curtains, find some nightstands...maybe I can scour thrift shops like all these bloggers do and paint something funky to put in our room... Oh, that is really what I want to do...."
I start to feel bloated and fat and think: I am going to look horrid in any photos!
I start to panic about a hurricane hitting and destroying my house.
I start to think of how old our little Ollie dog is and what if something happens to him....
I suddenly can't wait to start our school year.
I want to anything and everything BUT go on vacation!
I really do appreciate that I can go on vacation...but I really am such a homebody. I love knowing my cupboards are stocked with healthy food. I love planning our meals. I love nesting and creating a cozy little home for my family. I love our regular, normal routine life...and I had disrupting it for anything...even a vacation!
But I am not a traveler.
Some people get excited by travel...seeing the world, going to new places, trying new things.
It stresses me out.
I actually don't mind the planning. I find that fun. Where will we go? Where will we stay? Looking at hotels and cottages. Finding restaurants...anticipating, fantasizing, daydreaming...
But then a few weeks before...the reality that I have to leave my nice, cozy house hits. I have to go outside my comfort zone. Suddenly, I am aching to do all of those projects I had been putting off. Oh, to organize the garage. Or paint my bedroom. Or redecorate Piper's room. I find myself on Pinterest thinking, "Why the heck did I schedule a trip? I want to paint my bedroom...that would be so fun...buy new curtains, find some nightstands...maybe I can scour thrift shops like all these bloggers do and paint something funky to put in our room... Oh, that is really what I want to do...."
I start to feel bloated and fat and think: I am going to look horrid in any photos!
I start to panic about a hurricane hitting and destroying my house.
I start to think of how old our little Ollie dog is and what if something happens to him....
I suddenly can't wait to start our school year.
I want to anything and everything BUT go on vacation!
I really do appreciate that I can go on vacation...but I really am such a homebody. I love knowing my cupboards are stocked with healthy food. I love planning our meals. I love nesting and creating a cozy little home for my family. I love our regular, normal routine life...and I had disrupting it for anything...even a vacation!
