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It is so hard for me to believe that our school year is more than half over. It's even a little frightening! My Grandma Keyes used to tell my mother that the older she got, the faster time flew by. And truly, my life is whipping by so fast that it seems like every day is Friday again. I've promised my children that if we can finish school by the end of May this year and if we can work it out with Daddy that we will take a road trip. (I guess this will be the first that hubby dearest hears of this plan!) It has been a fabulous motivational tool, quieting many an uprising and refocusing even the squirmiest of boys. It has been an excellent source of Creative Writing assignments, as each child has both plotted his dream route and listed the things he wants to explore (strangely unrelated to the route). But this hypothetical trip is just as much for me as for them. I have never been to Montana (which has an average of 5 people per square mile, according to our Geography book), Wyoming, or Vermont and it is just eating me alive. I don't know what this says about me, but I have an insatiable desire to go everywhere I've never been and see everything I've never seen. Simply put, I'm afraid I'll miss something! I know everyone isn't eaten by this bug to the same degree. My local relatives, for example, are apparently utterly content to let the rest of the world remain a mystery. I can't tell you how many times I've heard "Honey, I ain't lost nuthin' over there in [Europe]" (insert relevant location). Meaning, I've never been to Europe, never need to or want to, and can NOT for the life of me understand why YOU'D want to go there. As much as that perspective eludes me, I do admire their confidence that none of the great answers to life's big unspoken questions are farther away than the boundaries of our beautiful Blount County. As for me, though, I'm still searching. And the older I get, the more it feels like a race against time! |
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