As we were pummeled with cold temps and then eight inches of snow, some might feel a certain resentment toward those who posted pics on FB of sunnier climes and adventurous vacations.
So I wasn't (too) jealous of Axel posting photos of his European trip. I enjoyed the photos and video footage of old Beatle haunts, Paris landmarks and such. My curiosity was piqued by Ryan and his nighttime adventures in Tucson with javalinas. (I didn't even know what a javalina was before.) And I could almost taste the birthday cake at my grandniece's 2nd birthday party. (Happy Birthday, Piper!)
Meanwhile, we're housebound, but I don't mind much. The driveway has been shoveled (thanks to Lonnie's nephews for the assist) and we're hunkering down for another quiet day indoors. I'll Skype with my kid tomorrow. And we'll venture out afterward to do grocery shopping, hit a library and pick up some coffee from Troubadour, my favorite local roaster.
Clearly, no one will be living vicariously through me, but I'm okay with that. Wanderlust is in my rearview mirror now. My world is shrinking, like it did for my parents. And while I sometimes dream about visiting exotic locales like those depicted in the Death in Paradise series Mr. and I watch, I know it's unlikely I'll visit the Caribbean again soon. (On the other hand, there's a lot of murder and mayhem on that show, so maybe it's just as well.)
The upshot here is, I enjoy hearing from all of you about what you're doing, where you're going and how you're celebrating. And if my adventures are of the secondhand kind, that's cool – bring it on!
I'll just be here living it up vicariously.
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