As I’m sure you can imagine, I subscribe to a few travel blogs in my Google Reader; just one or two (hundred). Some of the ones I really enjoy like Nomadic Matt, Almost Fearless, and Soul Travelers 3 are authored by perpetual nomads, who have decided that a life with no fixed address is the life for them. I also love to read It’s a Small World After All, written by a mom whose family is planning a long-term, round-the-world trip and Family on Bikes, who are in the middle of a two-and-half-year bike trip from Alaska to Argentina.
Although Matt and I did travel with Tommy for 13 months, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to convince my clan to undergo quite such an ambitious adventure again. The boys are getting older, and they like to do things like play baseball on Little League teams and attend their friends’ birthday parties. I’m certainly the only member of my family who would enjoy a peripatetic existence without a permanent home base.
And of course it’s not like I’m exactly chained to my house! We do have a few weekend trips planned in May (I’m going to be cagey and make you wait to find out what they are). I also plan to go on a Farewell-to-Preschool, Mid-Atlantic Daytrip Tour with Teddy, since he will be out of school for a month before any of his summer activities start. All of this will be great and will keep me and my blog happily humming away.
But today what I’m dreaming of are our long summer getaways. These do a great deal to alleviate my wanderlust, offering as they do the chance to fully enter into the spirit of possibility that travel brings – the chance to imagine a new life in a new place, to see things never before seen or to return to a places often visited and much loved for a long stay. I feel so grateful that my life gives us these opportunities, which fill me with joy and fuel my dreams. Dreams of the cute little apartment I’ve rented just north of Islington in London this July, of seeing the spires of Oxford for the first time, and of exploring living history in places like Bath and Stonehenge. And there are still more dreams: Of long, lazy, late-summer afternoons spent at the swimming hole as familiar as my own backyard and of places new to us like the Montshire Museum of Science or Derby Line, Vermont where the library and opera house were deliberately built to straddle the border between the United States and Canada.
How about you? Do you have any summer trips planned? Are you dreaming of them on this fine Monday? Please feel free to share a link to your own inspiration below, making sure you link directly to your post, not your site’s homepage and that you link back to this post. Questions? See About Monday Dreaming.