I’m getting to that point where I’m starting to jones a bit for a trip to Disney World. We don’t have our next trip planned and it feels weird not to have something working. It’s a pretty expensive hobby.
Planning trips to Disney World is a sort of shared psychosis in my husband’s family that I seem to have caught since joining. Lately my interest has moved more towards the Disney Vacation Club. I like it because it lets me imagine infinite future trips to the World and it seems somehow I’ve been able to talk myself into its practicality because Disney World is the place we always seem to go back to for vacations.
Other family’s go to the lake, of the mountains, we seem to go to Disney World. It feels at once familiar and new each time we go. We eat at many of the same restaurants (the Sana’a bread service and mango margarita are pretty much imperative things to have each time we go – I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately…SO good).
At the same time, I’ve been thinking that maybe it would be better to have a place in Galveston (despite hardly ever going to Galveston anymore). It’s certainly closer. It also allows us to see the water and I’ve dreamed of seeing the water for as long as I can remember. Growing up in Minnesota, there was a lot of lake water to look at. But I’ve always loved to look at the ocean.
So I’ve been thinking about Galveston too.
It seems that when I start having these thoughts its a sign that I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by life or a little bit trapped by a sense of routine. It’s times like these that realtor.com becomes my best friend and worst distraction.
But it’s an escape. It’s a fiction. It’s a reminder that every day life needs a little magic too. That every day life needs some fun. I try to be mindful of these things because it’s so easy to think about putting off joy or dreams in order to get through the reality of right now – to think about how we’ll have them one day when we’re through with our responsibilities.
Sometimes the dream is so real, I can feel the warmed boards of the deck we might have under my bare feet and feel the warm breeze off the gulf on my face. Just like I can taste the frosty, sweet, tang of the mango margarita in my mouth. And it’s enough. For now.
It won’t always be and its a sign that I need to be conscious about choosing fun and being present in the moment. In the reality that my life RIGHT NOW is pretty good. Disney vacation on the horizon or no. Vacation house in Galveston or no.
Besides, it’s not totally true that we don’t have a trip planned – of course.
Running for Disney 