I broke my parents’ hearts when I told them I was moving 800 miles away. For them, this was unfathomable. Why would I leave my family? What could possibly be worth the distance? I tried to reason with them. While they moved only 20 miles from where they both grew up, it was a world away. And what about my grandparents? Immigrating from Europe? Now that’s a far trip. I, on the other hand, am just a short plane ride (or long car ride) away. I understood, though. My parents are older, set in their ways, and unable to get around like they used to.
My dad was more understanding than my mom. “People are like plants,” he said. “Some like to stay in one place. Others are like tumbleweeds and need to keep moving.” Yes, dad. You raised a tumbleweed. His analogy stuck with me, and was the inspiration for this blog.
For as long as I can remember, my parents have been travelers. To me, it just seemed like that’s what grown ups did. As the baby of five kids, I was fortunate to travel with my parents from a young age. I acquired the travel bug and thankfully my husband shares my love of travel. Now, I want to share love of travel with you.
Perhaps you’ve seen recent research proving that spending our money on experiences makes us happier than spending our money on things. Of course. It’s experiences – a great meal, a night on the town, a new excursion, a vacation – that stay with us forever.
People are like plants. Some like to stay in one place. Others are like tumbleweeds and need to keep moving. — My Dad
Tumbleweed 