Somehow, I’ve been working hard all of my teen and adult years and never managed to really travel much. Of course, my husband and I took a very delayed honeymoon (with family members) to Venezuela, and a couple of Christmas’s ago we went to Cabo San Lucas, so I can’t really whine too much. Yet, my unemployed, younger sister has been able to travel abroad 3 times this year. Her latest trip, cruising around the Mediterranean for 3 weeks. Of course I think to myself, “Have I missed out on something? Is there a trick that no one has told me? Am I a workaholic?” The answer to these questions is invariably, yes.
Venting
I don’t think I’ve really missed out on too much, yet. I do intend to travel someday: after I own a house; when I have a nice, little savings account; when I don’t need to use my credit cards to finance such a trip. At the same time, I worry that by the time I have all my ducks in a row, I’ll have arthritis, and not be able to get around as swiftly as I do now. So, for now I have to live vicariously through others, which means my little sister. Am I jealous? Well, …no, or …maybe. At the moment, I guess yes.
However, I remind myself that I have long term goals that I’m working towards. My sister, on the other hand, is still trying to “find herself” by living at home and choosing not to work at the moment. Maybe that last comment was a bit snide. Weekend camping trips will have to suffice for now, and I’m plenty happy about that. By this time next year, at least one of my long-term goals will be complete: own a house.
Until then, I can dream, can’t I?
