For the next two days I’m staying in. It’s Thanksgiving and, yes, I was invited several times to various family dinners. I declined. There is nothing I love better than being by myself during Thanksgiving. And there is nothing I hate more than feeling awkwardly third-wheelish at someone else’s family dinner. Besides, it gives me time to recoup…and pack!
Next week is going to be a whirlwind, so it’s nice to be able to take it easy in the comfort of my own home.
Today at the bookstore I was reading the book: When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler’s Journal of Staying Put, but Vivian Swift. For the most part it’s a, rather lovely, art journal about a woman who basically spent her 20s-40s traveling and nearing her 50s has decided to stay put. The book has lots of wonderful watercolor paintings of her surroundings in Long Island.
It’s also a rather inspiring read, being a hopeful traveler myself. Although many of her travels seem rather impulsive and reactionary, she seems to have that same sort of restless angst I always seem to suffer from. I’m constantly looking for change in my life, whether it’s painting and re-painting my living room or, worse, jumping from one man to the next. At least travel will be a more productive, if expensive, outlet for this angst.
Who knows, maybe when I’m done I’ll have all that restlessness out of my own system and publish my own book.