Something just hit me like a ton of bricks a minute ago. Everybody is traveling. Everybody but me, that is.
I'm not just talking about the holiday weekend. I'm talking about vacations, weddings, conferences and quick trips to see family. And when one trip is done another one begins the next weekend. It's all over the blog community. It's all that people have written about in the last two weeks.
I never go anywhere. Never. The last time I went out of town was for a funeral, and it was just a one day trip. I really don't think that counts. Before that, Rich and I took an overnight getaway to Grand Rapids, and it was so long ago I can't even remember how long ago it was. Three years? And we don't even have kids.
There's various reasons we stay home. First there's the car. Very unreliable, or maybe it's more like we're not sure what it would do if we took it out on the open highway. I mean, it gets me to work and around town, but it's got some issues.
The second reason is church ministry. It's hard to get away when I'm both church secretary AND church pianist. If I'm not there, the choir doesn't get to rehearse. So they lose one Sunday of singing because they wouldn't have accompaniment, and lose the following Sunday because they didn't get to rehearse on the Sunday I missed. It's quite a tricky situation when I'm the only one who plays piano.
The third reason is money. Obviously, everyone is feeling the budget crunch these days. Yet all of you are traveling in spite of it. How do you do that?
I can't but help feel a twinge of jealousy toward all you travelers. Everyone seems to have somewhere to go. But not me. I just keep going to work and then come home and do all the same old stuff. Over and over again.
I want a vacation, too! (I really needed to get that off my chest.)