Time to Get Away

Upon my return from the kids' last hurrah before their summer ends, I've come to the obvious conclusion that there are various types of vacation:  

-There are the ones that those of us who are parents book with the kids in mind.  
-There are the ones we go to get lost or explore.  
-There are the ones that we take to relax.  

My vacation time with the kids is only successful when I practice being a kid myself.  If I try to go in my parental role, I’m not enjoying myself.  There’s something about seeing things from the lens of a child that makes even just camping out in the backyard an exciting event. There can't be a whole lot of schedules or rules to follow.  There's just the in the moment fun. 

I've been online several times this summer to find a vacation to take by myself.  I'm a mother. I'm a wife.  I get that those roles play a huge part in what types of getaways are "allowed."  

Screw that idea.  I want to get away. Far away.  I have looked up yoga retreats. I have looked up going by myself to NYC. There are museums and cafes that I yearn to visit.  There are lists of fantasy places I want to explore in distant lands.  

I have booked nothing. My family thinks I'm crazy. This is not a concept easily grasped by those who live and breathe vacations as played out by cruise lines and theme parks and the Vegas strip.  That is not my idea of vacation.  That is the anti-vacation.

To travel is to live.  I don't want material things.  I just want to see the world and I'm not afraid of going alone.