How are you surviving 2020 so far? Did you jump right in with all the intention to take on #allthethings and #alltheresolutions?
Did you take our advice and start planning for the year?
Me – I feel like I’m still playing catch up, and not quite ready for the new year.
Because last week my youngest turned two years old. And the day after I celebrated 11 years with my hubby and I’m sitting here wondering to myself how in the world did that all happen?
Let’s start with the anniversary – because that’s a doozy.
I got married to a soldier in a Georgia courthouse 11 years ago, Sunday. We eloped so that I could move to Germany with him.
That’s right. I got married in January and by March I was on a plane headed out of the country for the first time ever. I was from a small town in Kansas and married this man and flew halfway around the world only to have him deploy for a year to Iraq just months after I got there.
I was alone. I was unemployed. I was not really sure what to do with myself. So I traveled.
Did you know that’s when my love of travel really started? I made friends and we got up and went. To Poland to shop for polish pottery. To Paris where we rode around on Segways and took food tours and walking tours. We went shopping for pottery in France. We ran all over Germany and took down so many flea markets that my house is one Kathe Wolfthart chimney decoration away from being a German tourist trap.
And all that travel with my friends – it made me brave. And the connections and bonds I made totally saved me. And the people I traveled with? 11 years later we are still planning annual vacations to get together.
When my husband came home we just kept going. To Ireland, France, Italy, Montenegro, Spain. Every chance we could we were on the road somewhere.
And from all of that we built this life. Travel is where we really found each other again after he came back from that deployment.
Flash forward two kids later and now my youngest is two AND we have a seven year old and I can’t help but wonder where did all of that time go?
What I do know is that I feel so incredibly blessed to have taken advantage of opportunities when they were presented to me instead of waiting for a better time. Because if I had waited I wouldn’t have been as brave. I wouldn’t have seen and experienced as much. And, for all I know, my life would have been much much different than it is today.
Someday I’ll go there.
Someday I’ll see that in person.
We can always say, “someday.” Well there are 7 days in a week and someday isn’t one of them.
So make 2020 your year of trying to turn your “somedays” into an actual day.
And if I can help, you know I’d love to!
Until next time, happy wanderlusting!