As many of you know, we recently visited family in Texas for a week. We do this pretty frequently, actually. I think this was our third trip to Texas in two-and-a-half years. We've also flown a couple of times to California in that time as well. That's it.
This luggage was part of our wedding registry. When picking it out, I had just come back from a month-long trip to Europe, in which I spent 2 weeks in Dusseldorf, Germany, and two weeks in Cabo Roig, Spain. During that time, my old luggage went through hell and back. I got it off the baggage carousel in Houston with a bent frame, a gimpy wheel, and writing from top to bottom (from various bus drivers and customs workers). The luggage I brought on that trip was fairly cheap and rather small for a month-long vacation. So, I registered for this set with all of our future travels to far-away countries in mind.
As you can probably guess, that's not really what happened. Instead what happened was we got married, found out Willie was leaving the Air Force, got pregnant, and moved across country flat broke. All within 6 months (give or take).
Now, all of our traveling revolves around college schedules, cheapest flying times, and holidays. We go to two places. Places we've seen a million times before. Places we know like the back our our hand...or at least we used to. The point is, it's nothing new. It's nothing exciting. I always swore we'd travel a lot. I wanted to see everything. Everywhere. What happened to that?
Why am I not drinking Sangria in Spain or touring the Louvre or eating real Chinese food?
I'm nostalgic for that life. I love the life I have, but I miss the life I almost had. I want to take Addie with me there. I want to take Willie, too. Yet again, here we are, left waiting for our lives to start. Waiting for school to be over. Waiting for things to get a little easier. A little more fun.
When I registered for these suitcases with traveling in mind, this isn't exactly what I meant, but it's what I got.
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