This morning I took Joe and Jim to the train station for their big out west Trains, Planes and Automobile backpack adventure. It offered the perfect context for plenty of Rainman imitation from Joe, who has never been on a plane or a train, to his seasoned world traveler brother Jim.
I tried to catch the train with the car just for fun and couldn't. And then the big blahs set in. I really need an adventure.
One thing about kids, you are never the least bit envious of the joys of your children. But at the same time, seeing them off, stuck here, I'm restless. I'm not worried at all about them -- Jim has been everywhere and will make the best out of anything. And Joe, my young worry wart, will make certain they don't do anything too stupid. They are the perfect traveling pair.
But now I want an adventure too. I want to go off somewhere and experience something new..tackle some fear, bond with a traveling companion, fill my life experience bag with more than the everyday.
I'm longing for adventure. My feet itch. And I'm stuck here alone. bleh.
Looking for adventure? I did this recently with the grandson. There is a gentleman in the Twin Cities that does this all thetime. I get on the bus with my transfer in hand and head off to an adventure in the Twin Cities. We go to the movies, to the Mall of America, the Zoo, the Park, the Lake: don't have to worry about driving ot parking. Get to spend time with people from all walks of life on the trains and the buses. Journey's end is the same day and in our own little beds: but we got to explore a part of the city we don;t get to see all that much, and we can satiisfy our wonderlust for one day...
Chelli
Posted by: Chelli | June 17, 2005 at 11:51 PM