I’ve been reflecting a bit on who I am at this point in my life.
I have always wanted to live in another country for an extended period of time, in a cottage on the Irish Sea, an apartment in Paris, a bedsit in London or a sun-drenched villa in Greece. Alas I do not have the pocket book for such fantasies or the time. I do not travel for work and so must limit my dreams. I have been to Berlin, spent time traveling down the Romantische Strasse, been to Munich and Koln and Strasbourg. I’ve been to Paris and enjoyed the museums and food and climbed the Eiffel Tower. I have been to Scotland, Ireland and England and seen the Edinburgh Tattoo and had tea at Harrods’ with my mom. I’ve been to Italy and climbed to the roof of the Milan Duormo and saw the Sistine Chapel and had an audience with the last Pope. I’ve seen Pompeii and Rome and Milan. On this side of the pond I’ve see Niagara Falls in all four seasons (liked winter the best) been to San Antonio, LA and Chicago. Went to college in Cleveland but don’t remember much! Up and down the east coast and spent two weeks at a language school in Mexico. My travel style is not adventurous-I see no need to jump out of a perfectly good plane. While I have snorkeled in Cozumel I am a poor swimmer and a bit claustrophobic so SCUBA holds no appeal. I’m the daughter of a navy guy but my boat knowledge is limited to what I have read, a couple of cruises and canoeing at Girl Scout camp.
But I love water to walk along, to collect shells and dig my toes in the sand. I also like lakes and rivers and the quiet of a mountain lake at dawn. When I travel I do not worry about what to see but enjoy what I see. I like to hit the cathedrals and museums and eat local. I love bookstores and little shops to poke in and explore. I abhor theme parks and time driven manic travel. I’d rather take the road less taken and enjoy the journey.
I describe myself as a social introvert. I am often the life of the party and can hold court with confidence, wit and charm. But I renew my batteries spending time alone, reading, journaling, appreciating poetry, nature and the quiet of a summer morning or moonlit evening. My beloved dog, Tiger, passed away in July and I miss our walks and especially our talks.
I am generally an upbeat, positive person but I battle the black dog of depression daily. I wrestle with the demons left from an unhappy adolescence and a long term marriage that withered my self-confidence and ability to trust. I feel I am in recovery…….still. Six years later.