going away

I’m going to start picking up at least one over-time day a week, is my decision. This will pay for Avalon’s garden… and then it’s going into a “trip” fund. I need to go away this year. Assuming I don’t get pregnant or have a foster child with me. I tend to just assume that. If I get pregnant, I’m not going anywhere. I probably won’t even lift a finger more than necessary, I’ll be terrified. Then this trip will be postponed. But then I’m going somewhere.

Where to? A monastery perched precariously on the side of a windswept mountain? A cozy inn a few miles away from an ice-encrusted sea? Back to my beautiful Cappadoccia, to go four-wheeling between fairy chimneys and air-ballooning, with a return to the terraces of Istanbul and it’s nighttime panorama of mosque turrets? Hmmm….

Author: Mother of All Things

Mother by fostering, adoption, and marriage... wife to my best friend... Bay area critical care nurse... travel in my blood, reading in my bones, clean food on my mind! View all posts by Mother of All Things