New Place | Who I am

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What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?

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I imagine there are those who are like me. Vacations are not in my dictionary. Oh, I am not saying I have never been on vacation. I went with my parents each summer to Minnesota. My Dad went for Pike fishing. Mom did more work while we were on vacation than she did at home.

When I grew up and got married we used to go to the State Fair each year. The kids and I would ride the wagon around the fairgrounds, and get sick on fair food. My husband went so he could watch the Tractor Pulls.

One fall my husband and I went to a small fishing lake in Michigan. I had a good time I guess. He fished and I tried to find things to do. I did end up nine months later with this.

Now when I think of vacations, I think of the word alone. I would love to just go to a cabin in the woods and do what I want. Or go to my daughter’s house and stay for a week and catch up on life.

I wouldn’t go to the big malls to shop. I wouldn’t go to the most expensive dining areas. I would try to find a Ryan’s Buffet. http://www.ryans.com

I would visit any antique stores in far off places. I would enjoy the birds singing. I would enjoy the beauty of flowers.

Maybe find a nice guy and fall in love.

Or maybe I would just look at the stars in my rocker on the porch and dream a way.

Or sit by the fireplace and roast marshmallows and talk about the good old days.

I guess my best part of the vacation is not so much it being somewhere I have never visited.

It is about the quietness and the peace. It is about the company I am in. It is about pleasing my inner spirit. It is about looking through the crystal glass and seeing how darn lucky I have been all my life.