I’m going on a weekend getaway to Puerto Rico with friends. Would you believe I haven’t been on a vacation outside the continental United States since 2003? And that was to Canada, during the infamous blackout!
It took me a long time to give myself “permission” to really travel. I tend to get so caught up in work that taking a break is beyond me. That’s not to say that I’m perpetually chained to my desk — I’ve been on small trips home to Ohio or to Vegas or L.A. But this is the first time I’m going somewhere that requires going over a major body of water. The mind wobbles.
When I was growing up, I used to travel all the time. I spent a lot of time in India, visited Japan and Israel. And then I left college, and the wanderlust took a back seat to the reality of being a working woman… where you don’t get three months off to galavant around the world. I think that’s sad. I think I lost a vital bit of perspective when I cut myself off from international trips, because it’s so easy to get trapped in your own head, your own space, and your own city and forget that there is a universe outside those narrow confines.
Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory and it’s not that far away, but it’s a step in the right direction… towards opening myself up again and reclaiming my world citizenship.
And, uh, if the power goes out, y’all can just blame me.