As a tween, that’s what it’s called these days, I began to have in interest in traveling. A picture of the the Sphinx started it and Egypt was at the top of my list ever since. I was completely fascinated by Egyptian mythology, even named animals after Gods, Goddesses, demi-gods, and heroes.
My chance to go to Egypt on an educational trip years ago fell through. At that time, I gave up on going. I always felt that traveling was out of reach. Maybe something I could do when I retire.
Well, I just booked my flight to go to Egypt and I’m not retired.
Suddenly I became excited about going again. Months of planning with a friend didn’t diminish a constant nagging feeling of something was going to fall through again. Now it seems real.
While I am excited to go, I find that I’m more excited about seeing a dear friend and spending a week hanging out with her. Cairo simply feels like a bonus.
This makes me question my true desire to travel and all of the things listed on my travel board. Do I really want to see the world or is it about sharing treasures and time with others that makes it special? Perhaps it’s simply a little of both.