I have always dreamed of travelling. Always. I went to college, took the slow route in graduating (sat out and worked some semesters, out of state internships, etc...), and graduated. I began working to save up for my journey and along the way i met the love of my life. We've been together for 5 years now. We've recently found out we're expecting, which is a good thing, I'm in my mid to late 20s, marriage planned for May, but I'd be lying if i said i wasn't worried about my unrequited dreams.
I had a travel itinerary all planned out. I was going to start off teaching English in S. Korea, then Japan, India, then S. America, and THEN home to start a boring basic family life. In the mornings is when i feel it the most. The mornings always represented hope, optimism, and potential to me. Sometimes, I'd be partially awake at the crack of dawn, it would (does, but somewhat bitterly now) feel as though I'm already there. I could (can) almost smell the air there, hear the indistinct chatter of foreign languages, ya know... feel it.
Having a child changes everything and i'm worried my dreams are going to dry up like a raisin in the son, possibly resenting my would-be husband (but hopefully not my child). I know there's still a chance i could still go, but it'd be far more difficult, waiting for the child to be more travel aged, and wondering if its fair to constantly uproot my poor baby...
aquietriot aquietriot
26-30, F
Aug 23, 2014