You know, I haven’t travelled that much?
It sounds weird. I mean, in one sense, what with my parents being military, we did travel quite a bit. I’ve been in every province in Canada, because we moved every few years and lived in a new place, so eventually we at least passed through each province.
And we’d travel around to various relatives’ homes, to visit. Rob and I have been to Newfoundland together, to visit his parents.
But do all those count as real vacations?
I mean travelling for pleasure. I’ve never done that (not that visiting relatives isn’t wonderful). People I work with went to Mexico or the Dominican or wherever for March Break — I went to my mom’s. Friends have travelled all over the world, either backpacking and staying in hostels or going bigtime, renting condo hotels or actually moving to other countries to work… I once spent two days in Minot, North Dakota with my parents. We shopped at JC Penney. It was exotic.
I’m not complaining. I do a very good job, but it’s not as well-paying as another could be. Even though I worked 30+ hours a week all through school, I do still have student loans to pay. I got sick and had to stop working for a year; eight months without a paycheque kind of precludes any trips to the Virgin Islands. This is all stuff I realize and so I can’t be all “Oh why me? It’s so not fair!”. So, right now I’m making a pledge that somewhere down the line (probably on our tenth anniversary, soonest), Rob and I will be taking a fancy trip somewhere that does not involve eating in our car.
I love my folks, but no, visiting Newfoundland is not a vacation. Considering it was a huge “everyone size up this girl who Rob has taken up with, and ask if they’re getting married/getting knocked up/already knocked up” marathon, I’d almost classify it as work.