So I’ve been waiting for this past weekend for months, and now that is has come and gone I can’t help but feel so down. It was a blast, to say the least, seeing family is always great and visiting a beautiful green state with an endless amount of Victorian houses was a dream!
But, my dreams were broken on this trip. My whole life I have always wanted to travel with my children and husband, and just explore the world. I couldn’t help but be so excited to take Xander on an airplane and just experience traveling with a baby. The moment I stepped foot on the plane, I realized this wasn’t for me. Maybe it was because we didn’t have the two older kids or the fact that it was a quick trip. But, I was so homesick and was already anxious to come back home. We enjoyed ourselves, and that’s what we needed as a couple. But, the fact that I wasn’t in the same state as the kids terrified me. I wanted so badly to fall in love with the process of traveling, but I wasn’t. And that completely broke my dreams.
Maybe I am just doing this too soon? Maybe I am not doing it the right way? Maybe I was just made to be a homebody? I’m not sure. But, the fact that we wanted to travel every few months with all of us isn’t going to happen. At least not today. And that is a reality that I never thought I would face because it was always my dream. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still want to take vacations and go places, but for me I wanted it to be a lifestyle, something we often did. And realizing how homesick I got, I know that lifestyle just isn’t for me.
I guess, there is always time to travel once the babies are grown up, and Joe and I retire… right? Do you like to go places with your kids? How do you refrain from getting homesick? I want to hear all about it! Leave a comment below.