I think most of us are familiar with those famous words of Dr. Seuss. I’ve quoted them many times with friends, children, grand-children, and even with the littlest great-grand. Those words have a magical quality about them. Yes, there are many places we might choose to go.
But, to tell the truth, I’m a home-body. Given a choice between staying home and going out — even for an afternoon — I’ll opt for sitting here in MLWR (My Little Writing Room) entertaining myself with stories, games, and chats with online friends.
Nope, I’m not much of a traveler.
It’s not that there aren’t places I’d like to go. It’s just that the whole business of packing up, re-arranging schedules, attending to financial matters, and all the rest of the “must-do” things that are part of every trip make me stop and reconsider whether or not I really want to go. Most of the time, the answer is “no”.
I do most of my “traveling” in my imagination, and for me, it works. I have so many resources available! I can sit here and browse the internet…oh, how about a trip to Yosemite? Brrrr! Maybe a bit too cold this time of year.
Let’s head to a warmer clime. Miami, anyone? Ah, yes. Let me close my eyes, lean back, and feel that lovely sunshine.
Besides the internet, there’s the “Travel Channel”, lots of books — both fiction and non-fiction — and gorgeous, full-color brochures available from Chambers of Commerce through the country.
I can even go jet-setting around the globe without leaving my chair. What a wonderful way to travel!
Yes, I miss out on a lot of things. Writers’ retreats would probably be fun, and definitely I’d enjoy visiting with friends. It would be great to head to Sri Lanka to spend a little time with one of my favorite authors, Devika Fernando, and wouldn’t I love to head “down under” now to enjoy the summer weather with my IWW buddy, Bernadette Bannister in Melbourne.
As a lover of American history, I can name dozens of sites I’d like to visit. Jumonville Glen, Washington DC, the battlefield at Gettysburg are only a few of the places that come quickly to mind.
I’m not. So…send me a postcard and wish I were there with you.