Today, Bobby mentioned that an airline was offering a month of unlimited flights for an astoundingly low flat rate. Telling me something like that is like telling an alcoholic there's a broken down beer truck around the corner with nobody guarding it. I'm not gonna lie, I got out my credit card and twirled it around in my hand for a while.
I'm reminded of a story I wrote in college about a girl who was constantly disappearing to exotic cities and driving her loved ones crazy, but she always came back after a week or two, made some passing mention of having been in Reykjavik or Kyoto, and shrugged as if she'd merely been at the grocery store for a little while.
This offer is tempting. Of course, I'm too much of a responsible grownup to actually disappear for a month, but even jetting off to a new destination every weekend would be like... breathing.
Make no mistake about it - I love my life in Portland. There's no other city on earth I'd rather live in. I have planted some serious roots here, and built an urban family. It's just that I was raised on annual vacations to exciting new places. The travel itself wasn't my style; I'm not that into museums and I am loath to visit godforsaken tourist traps, but I have a built-in compulsion to explore other cities. I've never been one to sit around too long, as my often grueling social schedules can attest. I'm always up to something, and I have so many people I want to visit.
For now, I'll just stare out the window and watch for passing planes, perhaps while listening to this song:
As you might have guessed, we are considering that month's travel deal which you mentioned. Took a similar trip back in 1979 (gulp) and are still talking about the adventure of it all. Cities have been selected, itineraries considered. Even the planning is exciting. Will we actually go? Not decided yet. The travel gene is hereditary.
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