Today’s prompt: How much of the world have you seen?
The short answer: More than most, less than many. In my college admission essay, I talked about how much I had traveled and how much I had learned from it. At 17 it seemed like a lot, I had been out west twice and east once, to Florida once, to Canada several times, to a couple of major league ballparks, and to Germany and Austria. At 47, I’ve been back to Europe only once, to England; I’ve been to Mexico, and added several more ballparks and states to my count. I have not been to Hawai’i or even California, though I have waded in the Pacific, at Cannon Beach, in Oregon. That’s where I had the best clam chowder of my life, at Mo’s. I still value how much I have learned from travel, it does broaden one. But as an adult I have developed a wary feeling about vacations. I’m terrible at planning them, I don’t specifically save for them, I hate flying. In the last year or so I have been on two longish driving trips, and I didn’t like that much better. Travel hits my control issues. I am working on learning from my experiences and making each trip better than the last one. I do have several world spots on my bucket list: I want to go to Jerusalem; I would love to go back to Germany, now that it’s easy to get into the east; I want to visit Slovakia and the many pastors I’ve met as interns here. I even have fantasies about seeing the Panama Canal and the Sydney Opera House, two distant destinations I will probably never reach. So I can’t give up on travel. I need to pay more attention to what I like and how I do things, and not follow other’s expectations.