Here, There & Everywhere by Lindsey Kuglin
Wanderlust is a funny thing.
Once you get a taste of what’s outside your little home box, you just want more, and more.
A year ago this week, my husband and I were embarking on a trip to California.
Ever since, we’ve wanted to go back; you can never see everything in one visit. But we also want to see more places at the same time.
California was the second U.S. trip we took together, but the first just the two of us, and the first time on an airplane for us both.
We got to walk on the Golden Gate Bridge, we saw dolphins and seals in the San Francisco Bay, shopped at Target, saw mountains in the clouds, and went to a sweet conference – everything a first for both of us.
Growing up, all my travelling was done in Ontario, and everywhere I had been I’d been a million times – Algonquin, Cyprus Lake; amazing places, and I still want to go back again, but I want to branch out and see more of the world.
A couple of years ago we ventured across the border together to New York City with Greg’s brother and his roommate.
We were really proud to be Canadian on our way home from NYC. That was the year the US and Canada faced each other in the World Juniors. We just pulled up to the border as Canada scored the winning overtime goal, and the border guard made us wait as he sounded the siren in celebration. It was a stark contrast to crossing the border on the way there, when we had our photos taken a zillion times and our passports scrutinized by super serious dudes.
But that’s all part of the adventure that I crave. I’m not one to travel to a beach and plop down and stay there for a week drinking cocktails. I bore easily and I burn even easier. I also have no desire to go on a cruise, especially after the Carnival Triumph fiasco last week. I want to get out there. I want to talk to people and see the sights and wildlife. I have a long list of places I want to see and things I want to do. And with every trip we take, that list seems to grow longer.
Although I would have loved to celebrate our one-year anniversary of our first flight with another flight, circumstances have us grounded for the next few months at least as my husband finishes up his schooling. But one thing I’ve noticed about travelling is that the preamble can be fun as well. As a trip gets closer and closer, the plans get more intricate, the anticipation builds, and that excitement doesn’t crescendo until you’re on your way home.
Maybe I’ll get planning something so I can start getting that excitment going. I have a lot of things to scratch off that list.