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There’s no right way

When I was a kid, I traveled because that’s what my family did during the summer, primarily to visit relatives living in other states. When I was in my teens and 20’s, I traveled just to be on the road. There is nothing more relaxing to me than a long car trip to a place that I love, even if it’s only for a day. Even something as simple as taking a longer route home made me happy. These days, I travel for other reasons.

I travel for music festivals, as you know. I love the planning of a trip and the joy of being there, with no immediate responsibilities. I enjoy the connections made with people who have similar interests, finding new out of the way restaurants or a new favorite food, sleeping til noon and staying out til dawn, getting caught up in the soul of the music and just existing in that moment…. it’s true that music heals the heart, you know.

I also travel for family. On weekends, I make a short hop about 30 minutes south to mom and dad’s house. I may as well be on the other side of the country from my 24-hr a day job, and it is amazingly relaxing. I get to see my brother and sister-in-law, with whom I don’t spend nearly enough time, and I get to be the designated playmate for my amazing, brilliant, gifted, beautiful nieces. I wish I could do this every weekend, but it’s so nice when I do get to be there.

And I travel for friends who are as close as family. My best and dearest friends live in South Carolina, and I miss them madly when I’m not there. They ‘adopted’ me into their family when I was in school in Charleston and knew practically no one. I never had sisters growing up, and to be accepted completely and without hesitation into a family of amazing women and their very tolerant men means more to me than I’ll ever be able to express. I would love to be there all the time, and one day I will. But for now, I travel for birthday surprises, for holidays, for vacations, for adventures, and sometimes just because.

Remember, Gypsies… there is no right reason to travel. There is no right time. There is go, or stay.¬†After all… ¬†“A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.”