The Travel section of the newspaper is taunting me. It often goes straight to recycling. After all, where am I going?
My mother would remind me, "Look for good fares, cheap fares." To Sydney.
And I used to read it for destinations with medieval history (because that was my bachelor's and master's focus).
Now I don't.
Yesterday I "saved" a page with tiny advertisements for cheap international fares (though Abraham may have already recycled it) -- to Sydney for less than $1,00o round trip (excluding undetermined "taxes" and a "Sept. 11 security fee").
Again, where am I going? With a preschooler and an infant? With a very modest income?
I want to be the international person I was raised as. The half-Australian. The one with family and friend connections in France and Italy. I have people to see! Even places to stay!
Without my mother, will I ever again be compelled to travel around the world?
I want to re-learn French. That might be a start.