Being a responsible adult with such a strong desire to travel has become an increasingly difficult balancing act. What is odd is that even as I get older, it becomes harder and harder. Such is the fight within me that I am constantly doing things to distract me from this reality. Such things as:
· Looking for the best new travel deal. The last-minute super deals that are so incredibly cheap are really hard to pass up. Virtually impossible. My husband brings me back to reality.
· Planning my next getaway. Maybe to faraway lands or just the state or province next door; maybe a big trip with my husband or a small weekend trip with a girlfriend; maybe an extravagant adventure that requires some saving up or maybe a cheap little side trip that can fill the void until the next big one.
· Figuring out how to support my adult life. My adult reality is never ending bills, but my adult fantasy is a want (and maybe a need) to get away and discover new things.
My husband's belief in me and my wants, needs and goals is refreshing. He sympathizes with my struggle, will always be my source of support and he plays the role of reality checker that I desperately need. We don't always see eye-to-eye on the path to get there, but our goals regarding future travel remain the same.