Summer. The time for our big family trips. We’ve made some memories on our travels – camping in Evie on the Out West trip. Living in Galway for three weeks on the Irish summer. Turkey, Japan, St. John, Cape Cod, and more.
Unless by some miracle the stars align next summer and we finally get a family trip to London, I fear that last year’s trips to Galway and Cape Cod were the last of our big family trips. Our family is soon to embark on the transition from family of four to empty-nesters.
I’m not ready. This summer, both girls have elaborate travel plans, but none that involve both of them. Separate ways. Last month I was so upset about not having any summer travel plans for myself that I booked a flight to NYC for me and Camille. There are a couple plays she’s been wanting to see. And my NYC list has grown since we were there for our big Hamilton/college tour/Kindie reunion weekend.
As happy as I am to get to take her on this adventure, I can’t help but feel sad knowing that life as we knew it is changing … I will miss our big (and small) family adventures. But I have no regrets. We have amazing memories from our long list of family adventures. And I will treasure those memories and be thankful that we had the opportunities that we had through the years.
But now? One this trip to NYC is over? What am I going to do with my summer? Return to the gym? Organize the house? Find some adventures of my own? The possibilities are endless.
