My son and his girlfriend spent over a month in Italy, Spain, and France this past summer and, while they had a great time and told us about their travels, they don’t bring the trip up much. I’ve not heard either of them say, “When we were in Italy…” in conversation.
I, on the other hand, still bring up my time spent in England in conversations. Not so much as I used to, but enough. It became part of the definition of who I was. It made me unique at the time. I now wonder if that was healthy.
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Anything I can think of to say here requires more thought and words, it seems. I keep starting and stopping.
I feel like I was totally defined by my earlier travels. But they are part of such a distant past that I’m embarrassed to speak of them now…except nothing much has happened since then, so what else am I supposed to talk about?
I understand you doing this. Amazed at how I still find references to seven months in Pohnpei…that was 31 years ago.
I talk about my travels all the time. All of it is domestic, but off the beaten path for sure. I think it does define me a little bit. I always think it’s weird when someone comes back from someplace exotic (flights to ICeland are very cheap from STL these days and all sorts of friends are taking the plunge but then coming home like eh, no big deal. NO BIG DEAL? Travel is a big deal).
And I’m with Indigo. I have more to say but it’s a long monologue!