vintage suitcases, Alameda Antique Market, Canon Digital Rebel XTi
Been craving travel lately…maybe it’s hearing all of my friend’s colorful stories from Burning Man this year, or tales of summer travels all over the globe.
I’ve noticed that there is a gap between who I thought I would be as a parent and who I actually am. I thought I would take Ben all over the place, travel, go out at night, still see my friends in SF a lot, be the totally cool mom.
Turns out I am more content to stay close to home, keep Ben on a schedule, go to bed early, bring the party to me.
I have a lot of guilt about this. Or maybe shame. Or maybe just a wee bit embarrassed at how small I’m willing to have my world right now. I am still in a bit of limbo between my old life and my new one… and there is some sadness in letting go. There is something to grieve about letting go of how things were and yet there is so much to celebrate about where we are going.
Even if where we are traveling is much closer to home than I ever imagined.