I wrote about where I would like to go in a previous post. Of all the places in the world I can think of, it would be at the top of the list.
This also reminds me of another post, which really sums up my view on travel, and a lot of other things. Below is a quote from that post. I could travel the world over, but if the person I want to be there isn’t there, the trip would have no meaning to me. It would just be a waste of time and jet fuel.
The greatest blessing in life is not what you have, or where you’ve been, or where you’re going, or even who you are. It’s actually who you’re with!
You will go through life meeting a lot of people, but only certain people connect with you on a deep level and for the right reasons. The pursuit of happiness is really just finding and keeping those people in your life for as long as possible. It’s way harder than it looks though, because the world is such a big place, and there’s ample opportunity to connect with someone for the wrong reasons. The best person for you might literally be a thousand miles away.
Where would you go with two free plane tickets? Who would you take with you? Do you feel a deeper connection with certain people? Did you meet a special person in your neighborhood or far away? Let me know below, and don’t forget to like, subscribe, and share!
There’s this little island I’ve been wanting to visit on the east coast. I told someone I wanted to go there someday and walk on that same beach that she had walked on with her dog. I remember that beach, looking out at it though the camera on her phone, as she walked along talking to me with her dog trotting close beside her. She was so happy talking to me, and I loved seeing her that way.
She told me all about where she lived, the people she knew, the odd jobs she did for a living, and her dreams of one day doing more and escaping to a better life. I heard about the golf carts they rode around in, the boat that came around to sell burgers, the occasional wildlife she crossed paths with, and the pets and animals she cared for. I remember us both sharing many pictures of what we saw each day, and there was endless texting about life’s ups and downs. She was the closest person to me, but also the farthest away, on that remote island only reachable by boat.
I remember her telling her dog that day that he made her heart so heavy. I had never heard someone describe it that way, but I knew exactly what she meant when she said it. She was describing a feeling that I have now felt many times for her. A feeling of this connection so deep that it cannot be described with words. A feeling that evokes both sadness and incredible joy simultaneously, and maybe all the other feelings combined together.
I know going to this island would be a life changing voyage for me. I might never actually return to my old life afterwards, or even be the same person inside. Who knows, maybe we will walk on that beach together someday. That is my greatest hope, because she was and will always be my best friend.
What are your future travel plans? Do you have a bucket list of travel destinations? Has your heart ever felt heavy for someone? Ever wonder what it would be like to live on an island only accessible by boat? Let me know in the comments, and don’t forget to like, share, and subscribe!
Growing up, I didn’t really go on vacations. I suppose it was partly because of the expense, or maybe my dad couldn’t easily get away from work. My family was poor, but not what I would call poverty stricken. There was always plenty of food, a roof over my head, clothes to wear, and toys to play with, but there wasn’t anything really extravagant. This really didn’t bother me too much because it was a good family in terms of care and love. It’s also hard to miss something you never had.
Another reason for the lack of vacations was probably because we lived with my grandparents. My mom stayed around the house and took care of her parents, but they really didn’t need a lot of care until their health declined dramatically. They were also very contributory. My grandmother did have a major fear of being left alone though. She was also afraid that something might happen to us if we ventured too far away. She was a chronic worrier and a very overprotective person, and we were all she had.
For these reasons, most of my vacations were at home, but I remember there was this one summer when my dad actually took us on a vacation. My dad’s sister lived in a town far away and it was fairly close to a rather large amusement park called Six Flags. I was very young, but I remember going on this trip. It was a very long ride, and as I recall, it was in my dad’s pickup truck.
We eventually arrived and met up with his sister and her husband. They had a couple of kids who were about my age, but I rarely ever saw them. They lived too far away and didn’t visit much. Once together, we rode many rides, mostly kiddy rides for me since I was too small, but it made a lot of pleasant memories.
One ride I remember in particular was the Log Ride. I think the ride was based on the work of loggers. When loggers used to cut down trees, they needed a way of transporting them to a sawmill. They built something called log flumes as a way of transporting them. This ride was basically a bunch of log shaped seating pods on a manmade canal. It wasn’t a terrifying ride, like a rollercoaster, but it did manage to get you soaked on a hot summer day in Texas. It was my favorite! I loved it!
Log Ride at Six Flags
I’ve had a few vacations in my adult years, but I believe this was the most memorable one. It was the first and last vacation trip I ever went on with my dad. These memories are even more special to me now, since both my dad and his sister are not with us anymore.
Someone did a POV of a similar ride at Six Flags Over Georgia. Enjoy the ride!
Log Jamboree at Six Flags Over Georgia
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