I think it’s time to go somewhere.
We used to travel alot, Cindy and I, and we kinda stopped when the kids arrived, but they’re travel-ready. I grew up travelling: heck I pretty much lived on my own in a foreign country from about the age of 15. I’m in Cold Lake for work, and I wish Cin and the kids were here. It’s a cool place so far. I wouldn’t want to live here, but that’s what all trips are, somewhere away from home for a bit. It really hit me yesterday, I was standing on the pier at the lake, and it could’ve been Holland. It felt like home. Holland is my childhood/youth home really, since I was there for a long time during the years I grew up (about 16 – 25). But it would’ve been better if the 3 girls were here. When I get home, I’m planning a trip…because I miss home…does that make sense? I think travelling makes home that much better, and that’s part of what makes travelling cool. And I gotta take the kids to Holland, see where daddy “grew up”…or maybe just to Cold Lake, it’s a cheaper facsimile…
