Since the timid travels of my youth, I’ve been happy to leave most geography to pros like Jay, Bill and Janice.
I’ve enjoyed their tales, over tea. Completely glad it wasn’t me. Blithely quenching my “thirst to stay at home”.
Then cancer questioned my stay-put strategy. Thoughts of spots I’d never be — not just because I’m chicken but because I’d missed my chance.
Had I made a huge mistake? Was it too late? Should I max out my visa and see the world?
Then I came across an article I’d written back in 2007. And I remembered who I am.
I’m chicken, yes. But that’s not what’s kept me from exotic adventure.
It’s just not my bag.
I invest in daily, local pleasures. And tame, tasty vacations.
I’m happy where I am.
The joys fear keeps from me are close by. Or internal.
Thanks to this journey, we’re looking forward to a celebratory visit to our Gratitude Statue‘s twin in Apeldoon, Netherlands, in 2014. We’ll enjoy a weekend in Manhattan, this April. And we still hope for whales in the Gaspésie and the Badlands of Drumheller.
In the meantime, we’ll be enjoying our comfortable little radius.
Coka, coka, coka, coh!