Lately I have been getting out more, but just not writing about some of the experiences. Mostly little moments, visiting our friends at Dutch Bros. Coffee in Greeley, (Shoutout to Micah and the other wonderful people there! See you soon!) trips to Little Man Ice Cream in Ft. Collins, which is highly recommended.
Recent trips include visiting the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, Chubby’s in Aurora for the best carne asada fries and enchiladas ever. Sharing experiences with friends and family (including my mom’s gallbladder-ectomy) and other things too numerous to count or report on.
For the writing, I’ve been working on my novel, a work set in the same world as Song of the Cinder, and as always, trying to hustle and get into travel writing more. I’ve been delving into personal relationships, parenting, and self-care more, as you might see at my other blog.
Yes, I have been remiss in writing about a lot of things, but mainly because I have been enjoying the heck out of the experience, rather than Instagram-ready moments, but I will try to be better about that.
Today, however, I want to talk about something that has been bugging me. It’s what a lot of people anxious to get out more deal with all the time. The itch that you can only scratch be going someplace new. Having a new experience that expands your horizons, literally and metaphorically, and lately with the beginning of a new school year at the day job, that seems way too far off.
I miss the feeling that I had on my trip to the UK, where I was pushing my limitations and getting out of my comfort zone. From trying to figure out what to eat at the Dallas airport, to taking a late night ride on the double-decker bus around London.
The call for new experiences is beckoning me. Next year, we are planning on taking another overseas trip and I have gradually been looking into details about that. Unfortunately, my travel funds are a little short these days because of Life, and things like day care and blogs not selling like they used to, but it will happen.
There are so many interesting places in this world I haven’t seen, so many new experiences, that I am getting the wanderlust again. Perhaps the thing they don’t tell you is getting out and traveling is probably one of the most addictive things available for people to do. My passport isn’t so full of stamps just yet, but the act of discovering places that are new to you, immersing yourself in that place, and just drinking in the atmosphere is invigorating.
I’m at that point now, where I realize that my next big trip is probably about 8-9 months away. In the meantime, there are day trips, new experiences, and other things to keep that itch from getting too distracting.