My curse in life of late is that I love to travel and I’m not able to.
It seems that everyone I know is either going on a trip in the next few weeks or has just returned from one. It’s been so long since I’ve flown my bags flew for free! And a non-alcoholic beverage was included in your ticket price. I know, I know — the Dark Ages right?
What I wouldn’t give for that stale plane air smell or the leg cramps from not moving for 4 hours or the feeling of having to pee but not being able to because we have just begun our descent. Heck, I wouldn’t even mind that stranger with his head on my shoulder, softly snoring.
Up until the last few years, I would have told you that my curse in life was that I love to travel but I hate to pack.
Amazing how that curse now seems like a blessing . . .