My son and I were having a conversation about travel and what it means to us.
My Boy is not a traveler. He likes his home, his group of friends, his routine. He likes to know what to expect for any given day, he likes to know how to get where he’s going without a map, and he likes to sleep in his own bed at night. He is most uncomfortable when he doesn’t know what’s around the corner, and exploring new places doesn’t push any of his buttons. If he goes somewhere new he only enjoys it if he has a guide who knows exactly where everything is, and who knows how to get him back home. He’s the one who orders a cheese burger no matter what kind of restaurant we’re in.
Brian and I, and my Girl, are travelers. We get bored in one place if we’re there too long. We love to get lost on purpose and get off the beaten track. When we’re faced with a sudden change of plans, we say “Bring it on!” and know that it will bring us a new adventure. We like to wake up in new places, and try out new food.
One thing we all agree on though? No matter what we’re doing we enjoy it most if we’re doing it with good people.
My Boy has some great travel memories because he spent those days with good friends. He had a wonderful time in Brazil because he got involved with our friends’ children who were around his own age, and was welcomed by them with open arms. Our friends now call him their “other son”, and my Boy can’t wait to see them again even though he’ll have to fly to the other side of the planet to do it.
Brian and I have been happy to have stay-at-home long weekends or vacations when we’ve spent that non-adventurous time with friends.
It’s the people we surround ourselves with that bring all of us the most happiness, no matter what we’re doing.
This is why I love Austin so much. My love is not for the city itself (although I really do like it there), my love is for the people I know who live there. During this quick trip home I packed up my kids and made the short drive over to spend time with some of the best people we know, a family we made friends with eight years ago. A family I hope we are friends with for the rest of our lives, no matter where we all scatter to. We hung out, ate pizza, chatted over the backyard fire pit, and didn’t do anything all that special, but it was still a great day and night.
So far we’ve caught up with them in Austin, in Vegas, in Zion National Park, and in Houston. Someday I hope to catch up with them in countries far away. They’re travelers too, and no matter where they go we’ll always make time for them, and they’ll always make time for us.
Thanks Greg and Jenn, for being who you are, and loving us for being who we are.