I’m not ashamed to say it, I’ve got some serious itchy feet!

Fortunately my day job is in a podiatry clinic, so, after consultation with our podiatrist, I have been reliably informed that there is no cream or powder that will fix said issue.  That leaves travel and adventure as my only options, and I’m SO ok with that!

I just got back from a fabulous holiday on the other side of the world.  When I say “the other side of the world”, I totally mean it.  If you drilled a hole through the centre of the earth from where I live, you’d come up spookily close to where I just went on vacation.  Actually, what’s even spookier, is that it’s way closer to the island I was born on (Bermuda).

But, I digress.  Again.  Sorry, not sorry.

So, apart from the sheer hell of 35 hours flying time each way, words cannot express how fabulous it was to (a) go “home” to where I spent my teens and 20s and (b) just *be* somewhere different.  The sky looks different, the air tastes different, the insects and lizards are different, as are the trees and shrubs.  Supermarkets have new (or old) exciting items in them.  Drivers were just as useless at negotiating roundabouts, I’ve gotta say, but hey, we can’t have it all new and exciting.

6 hours after I got home from the airport I was sitting up at 3am (curse you, jet lag) googling ideas for my next holiday.  I should clarify, I ain’t rich.  I earn a crappy, CRAPPY wage and save nothing, but I got that itch, and it needed a good scratching.  I think next time I’ll leave the daughter at home (she came with me on this last one) and take my older boys (now 18 and 21) for a week exploring the south island of New Zealand.  It’s reasonably close to home, vaguely affordable, and the exchange rate won’t kill me.  Also, bonus points for the boys being old enough to share the cost, woo hoo!

Another place I’m rather desperate to get to is that little island in the picture above.  Bermuda – it’s beyond glorious, and it’s where I was born and spent the first 12 years of my life.  I haven’t been back since I was 15, and it’s well overdue.

What actually got me writing this post is that, despite a desperate wish to see old friends, I just didn’t feel the restless urge to travel much when the kids were younger.  It honestly seemed more like hard work than fun.  Now they’re older, more self-sufficient, and (dare I say it?) more FUN!  They can come to pubs with me, if that’s what we feel like doing, or out to nice dinners (which we probably can’t afford, anyway).  No babysitting required, no holding hands on the edge of a glacier to make sure they don’t fall off (OK, I think they’d probably hold MY hand to make sure I don’t fall off) – it’s all rather liberating.

 

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I’m also contemplating going somewhere on my own.  It may only be a tiny weekend staycation within a few hours drive of home, but I’m ready.  And itchy!  SO itchy!

Have you found that your attitude towards travelling has changed with age?  If you’ve had kids, did you do a lot of travelling when they were younger, and do you still travel with older / adult kids?  Also – if you’ve got any suggestions for a fab solo trip for a woman who will be over 50 by the time she can afford one, hit me up with them in the comments, pretty please!

Not-so-young & restless, thoughts on the urge to travel in midlife from Alive In The Middle