Be it ever so humble

We have returned from vacation – although I wouldn’t really call it a vacation. Family visits are never a vacation and being without the Mister is never restful – especially when I am pretty much the sole charge of two busy little girls. This isn’t to say we didn’t have some good times and that it wasn’t wonderful for us to spend time with my parents – but we are all homebodies and are very happy to be home. To be honest I am quite exhausted right now and spent most of the time dreaming about being away somewhere by myself.

(Fionnuala actually says “Yay home!” every time we pull into the garage, advice no matter where we have been.)

It seems almost wrong to admit that you don’t care for traveling in this day and age when it is easy enough to go anywhere and it seems as though every one we know does. All I hear is talk about where people have been, drugs where they are going and where they want to go next.

But I will say it: I don’t really like traveling.

Sometimes I like the idea of traveling but mostly I just want to stay home. The exception to the rule was the trip the Mister & I took to Ireland years ago (and even after three weeks I was ready to come home) and someday in the future we will go back there with the girls (and rent a cottage and not move around too much) but I think of that as less traveling and more temporarily transplanting ourselves to somewhere we enjoy the climate, the music and the tea.

Being without the Mister, for me, is also like being short of breath. That sounds a little heavy but in truth things just aren’t right when we are not together. The girls could feel it too. Fionnuala kept asking to come home. Moira was kind-of a mess (that’s putting it mildly).

Also, southern Ontario in the summer is too hot for this mountain-climate Mama and her Alberta babies.

 However, I would be lying if I said we didn’t enjoy the beach.

  12 Replies to “Be it ever so humble”

  1. jen-0
    July 14, 2012 at 10:41 pm

    Can I get a high five? As a kid my summers were not spent bumming around the countryside in a camper. We went to the cabin, stayed, then came home. Easy. Even as an adult I prefer the sort of holiday that has a home base, where you are not schlepping your stuff around, packing, repacking ,visiting too many people, and generally not being still. I will put in the annual visits out of province to see all the relatives, but generally we like to stick near home. Ryan and I get a lot of “Really?” comments when we mention that we don’t even have passports. We don’t go anywhere, and don’t have big desires to do so, didn’t even have them before kids. Give me a comfy chair, a patch of shade on a sunny day, a good book, some time to myself, and I am happy.

  2. jac
    July 15, 2012 at 12:43 am

    Exhausting holidays are just like non-holidays, except in a different location. I hear you!

  3. July 15, 2012 at 8:31 am

    One of the things I love most about the blog world is how often I come across something someone has written which describes almost exactly what I think or feel but have never quite been able to articulate. Of course, one of the things I hate most is that I’m not the one to articulate whatever it is but let’s not dwell on that.

    I feel the same way about travelling. I love the idea of it but my need to be in the same place all the time, putting down roots and being settled, so to speak outweighs all that and makes me sure that I don’t really like the reality of it as much as many people do. So even though it’s frustrating to use up most of my holidays visiting friends and family, I absolutely love going to visit my sister in France, for example, because I know her house and her routine and her life so well it still feels like home.

  4. wil
    July 15, 2012 at 4:32 pm

    I have to agree with you — travelling (without your spouse, with young kids) to see family does not count as a “vacation”. But travelling, even under better circumstances, can still be wearying. I’ve often felt the need for a vacation from the vacation. Here’s to home (and occasional slow travel)!

  5. Laura
    July 16, 2012 at 12:02 am

    me too! I am a home body I guess and although I do like the idea of visiting new places and seeing new things, sometimes there is more stress involved than it’s worth. I too travel alone, my husband simply refuses to go anywhere, so there is that factor too. But if you do some back to Ireland be sure to look me up 🙂 nice to see you back here in this space, although I did find your absence so inspirational. love and hugs x x

  6. July 16, 2012 at 3:42 pm

    I’m with you on the travel thing. In my mind, I dream about getting out and seeing the world, but in practical terms, I am a homebody and am ever so happy curling up on the couch with a good book. Husband and I always make (tentative) plans to travel in our off-season, but by the time the off season arrives, we’re both too exhausted to do anything except pop in a DVD and make a cup of tea.

  7. Amanda Owen
    July 16, 2012 at 6:23 pm

    um, yeah, I do like travelling, mind you I’m married to army guy so not much choice in the matter. BUT I do have preferences where I like to travel. Next week I’m off to Skye….o.k. so we both know its because I would love to buy a cottage there…hmm, so you in Ireland, Brother in Canada, and me in Scotland…kinda like the holy trinity 😉 ?

    I digress, army guy is missing the cottage, it was roots to us and I took the boys there every chance I could. That was my idea of a vacation. However, getting me outta there was another story…my fingernail imprints are still on the door jams…

  8. July 17, 2012 at 12:46 pm

    I am not one for traveling. I have lived all over the world but I don’t like backpacking. It is hard on the soul and although I have found my mind blown open from experiences when I was younger, I think now it is only dipping into a culture superficially. It is only when you live there and know a small part of it for a long time that I think you can understand another culture otherwise it is just holding mirrors up to your ego and painting it with exotic colours. Now if you were to offer me a holiday, which I consider different from traveling, I would totally do the villa in the south of Spain right now. A pool, my man, my kids, the sun… badda bing badda boom. Happy Mama.

    • Hmm
      July 19, 2012 at 6:10 am

      That is probably the most succinct explanation of our superficially voyeuristic, jet-setting society I have heard. Well put.

  9. Lectio's mom
    July 18, 2012 at 12:30 pm

    You hit the nail right on the head, Kiddo! As you know, Lectio’s dad and I are retirees, so everyone we run into asks if we travel a lot? Winter in the south? Heck no, when we were working we spent the better part of the day commuting and working outside our home. We valued our home time, so retirement means for us lots and lots of home time, perpetual weekends. I feel sorry for people who feel they have to get away, away from what? A change in scenery once in a while, maybe, but there is no place like home…glad to hear you had a good visit with your folks, welcome back to the best city in the best province!

  10. July 19, 2012 at 8:50 pm

    I like travelling when it’s travelling that gets me to the Banff Centre.

    (though I did have a lot of fun going to Atlanta last year!)

  11. August 12, 2012 at 9:25 pm

    There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish I could have a short trip BY MYSELF! 🙂 Glad you enjoyed the beach!

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