Wanderlust Hits Hard


This week’s Six Word Friday uses the word “wander”, which I thought described my life very well as in:

Wanderlust hits hard every Friday afternoon.

Actually, it doesn’t usually even wait until Friday afternoon.  By Wednesday, I’m plotting where I want to run off too for the weekend.  In a way, it’s a necessity because if I go too far with my favorite boy toy, arrangements have to be made for the boys.  We have a dogsitter who will come on the weekends, but if we’re gone too long, it’s off to the kennel and doggie day care for them.

This wanderlust is not new for me or my boy toy.  When we were dating and newly married, we’d just hop in the car and drive.  Sometimes our destination was someplace for taking photos.  Other times it was a store of some kind, whether for my needlepoint and books, or for his antique hunting (note to my child:  see, I told you we’ve always been like that).

That stopped for a long time, especially when my daughter was in sports.  When she went to college though, we started up again.  Since moving to Virginia, we’ve ramped it up even more.  Some weekends have great finds, for other weekends it’s a waste of our efforts.  That doesn’t stop us from trying again though.

We take turns driving, we visit, sometimes the passenger even naps.  Sometimes, we even get a spectacular view as we drive!