1 lady + 1 boy = will travel

The last post was a bit of a downer. So to infuse some good vibes and happy thoughts, here’s a vid of some things July.

I’m a crap blogger. Yikes. That came out wrong. Ew, you think there are people who do blog about… You know what – nevermind. Never you mind. What I meant to say was that I am not Ms. Blogger Supreme because a) I can be lazy and b) I am intensely private. Now that I’m no longer anon I find it quite difficult to write because I’m just a guarded individual. But I am working on it.

We’re currently in Northern CA. We are/were set to leave end of August. First stop Londres. However, we’ve hit a snag. A pretty major snag. A snag in the zipper that would render wearing the dress impossible – kind of snag. My ex who is usually not in the picture has suddenly resurfaced and decided that he doesn’t want me traveling abroad with my son. You would think he would have mentioned this concern seven months ago when I told him about my plans. Not after I quit my job, sold all my belongings, left the East coast and am one month away from departing.

It’s very frustrating. And quite cruel. I hate being controlled.

I’m only sharing this in case anyone has any legal advice for me. Otherwise positive vibes sent my way will be much appreciated.

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I am one stressed out kitty! That’s exactly why I’ve been MIA from this blog. Not because I’m just bad at keeping up with this blog. Oh, no. It’s because I’ve been “stressed”.  Right, then.

Truth be told -  the stress just hit me two days ago. I am only a little more than a month away from D-Day. And things are getting wacky. Suddenly, I have thoughts about my nice lazy-hazy cosy little existence in my centrally heated home with my little one, where everything is just a simple car ride away, where I can work from home as much as I want and just watch netflix and read books up the wahzoo – and then I think “hey – this isn’t so bad, surely I wouldn’t want to leave this”. GAH! It’s a trap and I have to remind myself of it by watching this cheerful little vid:

Ok, then.

If I don’t go I can foresee myself 30 years from now still crunching numbers for a big corporation and looking back with regret at what could have been. My list of regrets is long enough. I don’t want to add to it. I don’t want to become complacent and apathetic. Staying here is a path to those things.

This much I know is kind of true, at least to me and at least right now:

1. I want adventure outside of that which I watch in film, read in books, daydream up in my mind. I am a loner but I am not alone. I don’t want my boy to grow up in solitude. I want him to experience life, enjoy it’s cultures, embrace it’s peoples. I say no to suburbia.

2. Winters in the NE blow. Why didn’t anyone mention this little tid bit growing up? I had cousins in the North, surely they would have mentioned that they spend a part of there year hibernating? Growing up in the City by the Sea, I hated excessive heat and humidity. Now living in the NE, I hate the cold. I don’t mind a bit of cold but six months of cold is five months too many. If we could make an arrangement, where it could be 10F one day, and then two days at 70F, then back to 10F and repeat – I wouldn’t mind that. I’m not averse to compromise. I do have my good traits.

Here is where I would type in what remains to be done before D-Day. But who wants to hear me droll on and on? People like reading concise material. I’m accommodating like that. Also, if I post what I was going to write here in another entry, I’ve got two posts out of what I intended to be one. Thus, making me appear highly productive and leaving you slightly less bored. I accommodate both me and you (yes, you! I have only one reader) and we both feel like winners.

Life is funny. Unexpected things happen. Specifically when you’re in the midst of planning something. That’s exactly when Unexpected Things stops by and rings your bell. Sometimes he brings good news, other times not so good. The important thing to remember is that the outcome will always be good.

I try not to be so cryptic in my writing but it’s my default and this banner of anonymity I have to maintain, at least for a few more months, makes my inner cryptiness that much worse.

Point is – Unexpected Things dropped by. I’ll be going to the West Coast for a month. The reason may not be stellar but I’m sure the outcome will be.

I should be crossing off a few items from my 30 Before 30 list in the next month.  I’ll also be returning Home to my City by the Sea for a few days. Returning after four years of self-imposed exile. It may be my only chance to go Home for many years and I know it will look very different from when I last left it. It will be hard and happy. I’m anxious to see the familiar faces of my youth. And anxious still to introduce my boy in his childhood to the girl I was in mine.

Anyone else going to this? I’ll be the —- one with the —– hair and the weird —— on my ———.

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