Not to beat a horse already dead and gone…..

I am still incredulous….surprised….find it interesting how this life has turned out. But it all makes a weird kind of sense to me as I look back over the span of years.

Always wanted to travel. Growing up, the majority of my travel was through books. Lots and lots of books. All over the world. Never had the faintest idea that I would actually visit the places I have.

I have tracked the origin of this yearning for travel back to my mother and her family. Mom always wanted to go someplace different. See different things.

And she passed that on to me. I still feel an urge every year around the time that school starts to go somewhere. It is the same feeling I would get when I went back to college every Fall. Leaving the same-ole, same-ole for something new. Because that was what college was for me. New classes. New events to participate in. New fun to be had.

So it all makes total sense now that I have entered this stage of life. The reason I love what I do so much. The reason I have to be on the move.

And I love that it cements a true connection to Mom’s family. 

As this is being written, I am in Glendale, Arizona with my eldest daughter and her way too wonderful husband. This last weekend was a blur of friends coming over the say hi. And there was also a princess. They are all my daughters tribe. The friends that she has made over the time that she has lived here. And her tribe is amazing.

I know that that travelin’ bone will start aching again at some point, but for right now it seems pretty content.