I’m not a big traveler. I have too many hang-ups and phobias to ever fully immerse myself in it. Although, now that I’m living in Maine, which is just replete with gorgeous vistas, I’m certainly open to more day trips.
This piece was re-published.
Excluding the three I’ve lived in, I’ve been to eight states in my lifetime. If I take out the destinations of childhood family excursions, that leaves only two. I’ve never set foot on international soil or even the non-continental U.S. To put it simply: I’m not a traveler.
But to complicate it a bit:
I used to love going places as a kid. Hopping on planes to go visit the family in Louisiana, driving to the beach or Disney World or my aunt’s in Delaware. There were umpteen hours spent in the car with my parents and my younger sister, and I was a big fan of the whole setup—except for rest-stop bathrooms. *shudder*
