There are people out there who pack a bag, grab their passport, and take a trip. They might stop by a tourist information office upon arrival–they might not. They wander around cities, seeing sights, eating food, meeting people, taking pictures–all of the things I want to do, they do, but they do it without a plan. I wish I was one of those people.
I am not one of those people.
I am on page 22 of my home-made travel guide. The entire first page is a table of contents. It has headers, it has page numbers, it is going to have several appendix (What is the plural of appendix? Is it the same–like sheep? Or is it ‘appendi’, like octopi?) And do you know what–I’m tired of making it.
I’m having a really hard time getting re-excited about this trip after returning from the last one (Right, right, I know, poor me. And my diamond shoes are too tight…) and I think I know why–I’ve planned far too much of the trip, and I’m burned out. Am I still excited beyond words about the trip? Absolutely. Do I want to finish appendix 2 and 3 of the travel guide? No, no I do not. Maybe I just won’t. Now that would be wild and crazy!
Yep, I live in a strange, strange world. Spending a month in Europe–normal. Leaving a week after a week spent in Vegas–ho hum. Coming home alone a week and a half after my husband–boring, really. Dull, even. Doing so without appendix 2 and 3–oh my god! Call the doctor, Tracy’s gone insane!
And, of course, after all that–you know I’m going to finish it. And print it out in triplicate. And put it in a binder. With plastic page protectors. And turn it into a PDF file. Which I will upload to my iPhone. Using the app I just researched. And back it up on my netbook. And on a thumb drive.
Just in case.