Sep 15, 2011

It's Official: I Suck at This

So here I am, almost an entire year since my last post, and I still don't really have much of an urge to write on my long-lost blog.  It makes me kind of sad because I used to gain so much satisfaction from it.  Now, it's probably one of the last things on my list of things I even want to do.  These days, my free time is completely booked with knitting or reading.  I've got over 300 books on my Kindle, and since I got it this summer, I've only managed to complete 4 of them.  That does not bode well for all the stacks of 'real' books sitting on my night stand.  In any case, life is pretty blessed for the Julians.  We travel all the time--this year alone, we have been to Santa Fe (2 times), Turkey, Philadelphia, Nicaragua, and then we'll be going to Durango next month and then our Christmas trip somewhere in Europe.  I dont say all that to brag; but sometimes I just need to put it down in writing so I can actually remember where all we've been and how fortunate M and I both are to have jobs that allow us to travel so much.  I never take that for granted, even when I want to pull out every hair on my head out of frustration.  It's all worth it.

The family situation, however, has been less than happy.  My step-dad had a massive stroke back in March, and his health has declined to the point where we've had to put him in a nursing home because my mother just could not take the stress of giving him care (literally) 24/7.  No one person could do it, and while I know she continues to struggle with the decision, it was the only logical one to make, and I'm so thankful she realized that and was strong enough to go through with it.  So that has been really difficult for all of us--the adjustment, the trying to be there for her while maintaining life at work and at home.  Sometimes the world just isn't fair and doesn't give a rat's ass if you like it or not.

Yet another reason Marc and I travel so much.  There is so much of this world I want to see and experience, yet I know I (or Marc) could be gone tomorrow.  Yeah, we could be putting more in savings, but for now, we put enough.  My dad saved all his life and we never went anywhere growing up.  Sure, we went to California or Florida, but it was always where HE wanted to go, and it was always the same spots over and over.  I'm grateful for what we did get to experience, but either way, he saved and saved and saved, and look where it got him: killed at 42, never having been to London, or Paris, or crap, even Boston or Seattle.  So I am determined to put a pin in every place on the globe I want to see and find a way to make it there.

And in each one of those cities/countries, I'm gonna raise a toast to him, my father, for instilling in me the love of travel and for the opportunities in my life that, due to him, have put me in the position to be able to go and see all those things he only dreamed about.