Sunday morning

I just got home from London. I was gone 12 days and so am totally jet lagged. I hate this feeling of not being whole. My soul must be over Greenland somewhere and I feel like I am almost empty. This was a trip I had wanted for years. I dreamed of a trip that was just for my daughter and me. For my birthday my partner gave me a ticket to London and I bought my daughter one. We planned and talked about it daily. It was all I hoped it would be and more. We did everything we wanted to do, went to great places, had lots of time in the pubs and ate like Queens. Now if I could just get over jet lag. 

When I was a kid I wanted to travel everywhere. I lived in a family that went no where and didn't want to. My mother would always say "It's just as nice in Illinois."  My father was in the war and traveled then and during the war my mom worked in Chicago. I can't even imagine her doing that. We were never able to take a real vacation. We visited relatives during the times my dad had off or we stayed home. In my life I have been to 26 countries. There are so many more and I think it is a lot. I had a friend die recently at 88. He had been to 98 countries and was still traveling.

 I find that now that I am older, it is just getting harder to go. Give me a couple of weeks and I will tell you how great it is to travel.