Back in February my husband turned 50. He is in great shape thanks to a gene pool that is amazingly forgiving towards a bad diet and lack of exercise.
Still, fifty is fifty.
I remember looking at the middle age crazies from the safe distance of my 20’s thinking I would be totally above that nonsense. What I didn’t realize is that you aren’t crazy, you are in fact incredibly sane. It is more like the middle age count down. Suddenly the things you have been putting off, really can’t be put off any longer. You either go jump out of an airplane or take it off the bucket list. That happens to be one things I took off the bucket list. I chalk that up to middle age sanity.
So, with the time clock not so gently ticking, we decided to take the plunge.
As I am writing this, the summer is just beginning. John booked us flights to California, the recreational van capital of the world (thank you surfer dudes), and upon arrival, we will be the proud owners of a Mercedes sprinter van, the world’s most expensive, rolling, air-conditioned tent. We intend to take this blank canvas and turn it into our head quarters for North American adventures.
I use the term adventures loosely.
There will be no blogs of us repelling into the Grand Canyon or up El Capitan. No, we just want to see beautiful things with our kids. We are looking forward to getting tired of each other after hours together in the car. We crave life outside the classroom, boardroom and laundry room.
This is the road we are choosing to travel.
Sorry, I tried, I could not stop myself, honestly, I have about fifty corny road analogies but I decided to go with that one because life is a path. I want to spend some of it in the slow lane, taking in the scenery and eating s’mores.
OK. I promise to stop now.
Once we return and the children are back in school, I’ll let you know how it went. See you around the next bend.
Really, that is the last one….
About the Author: Jeanette McGurk
Jeanette McGurk is a Graphic Designer who entered the world of writing through advertising. She discovered writing a lot of truth with a little fluff is a lot more fun than the other way round. Now that she is no longer spending time making air conditioners, tile floors, IT and Botox sound sexy, she writes about the unglamorous yet wonderful moments of life for people like herself; in other words, anyone looking for interesting ways to put off cleaning and doing laundry.
She is a curmudgeon and doesn’t Twit or Instagram. She has heard the blog is dead but since she has finally figured out how to do it, that is the museum where you can locate her writings. http://jmcpb.blogspot.com/.