In my posts over the past two months or so, I’ve tackled big issues on race, religion, politics, and consumerism, and it’s been a blast. A lot of you have chimed in, whether in agreement or disagreement, and it has made for some very interesting discussions.
However, for this post, I want to take a step back and return to the roots of this blog, which began with one simple goal in mind: to travel and to share what adventures I’ve had along the way.
To be honest, I haven’t been doing much of that recently. In the past few months, I’ve gone hiking maybe once or twice, and the last time I went out of state, it was to visit in-laws.
Restless Alex
I’ve tired of staying home at this point. One could say I’ve grown restless, and have begun to long for adventure yet again. The four walls are starting to cave in and feel more like an entrapment than an achievement.
I miss weekends in Jamaica, of leaving my apartment on a whim to go snorkelling at the beach, or dining out at restaurants overlooking the ocean. Even in Atlanta, there were once days of trying out new restaurants, hiking once or twice per week, and day trips out of town.
For whatever reason, those days are no more, and I am indescribably bored with my life. I have not felt this restlessness in a long time; and the last time I did, I moved more than 1100 miles away from home to fix it. Now, here I am again.
Secret Travel Club
In search of a piece of peace of mind, I started to seek out travel opportunities, which I learned becomes a lot harder when you’re married – especially when this involves moving to a new place where you know virtually no one outside of your husband, his friends, his family, and your parents.
It’s no longer appropriate to crash at your boys’ house for two weeks, or to accept a $400 plane ticket from one to go out of state for dinners and outdoor adventuring. My female friends have never been particularly adventurous, so without the kind of relationship I had with my ‘boys’ life is not what it used to be.
With a remedy in mind, I decided to test out Meet-Up to see if there was anything of interest I could try. One ‘secret’ travel club caught my attention, so I attended one of their events, and happily made their list. The group has travelled all across Georgia, and into Tennessee, Kentucky, and other surrounding areas. By now, they should have also just left for a week-long trip in Paris and London.
I’m not sure when I’ll be able to travel with them, but I hope it’s soon, before the craziness sets in, and the troll comes out.
Panola Mountain State Park
In the meantime, here are pictures from a hiking trip a few weeks ago to Panola Mountain State Park.
Enjoy!
I completely understand feeling restless! I get it all the time. I do miss home when I travel, but I honestly can’t stay in one place for too long or else I will get antsy.
Yeah, it does suck.
I usually can’t call any place home for more than a year without getting restless. So even home itself needs changing and often for me. I moved a lot as a child so that probably explains that.
Yeah i completely understand. It’s really tough for me to find the balance. I crave stability when I’m traveling. But I crave adventure when I’m stable.
Haha – I can see me falling into that trap in the past. These days though, I’ve lost the value I placed on stability.
I want certainty and stability in my marriage – not much else. I’ve gotten used to not knowing what a paycheck will look like at the end of each month, or where I might end up living 6 months from now. I prefer it that way. 🙂
Wow, that sounds like the dream. 🙂 I would like to find a better balance for me.
Haha definitely not a dream and by no means easy, but I prefer it that way.
In sure you’ll find the right balance in time. Keep at it!