When it gets down to the nitty gritty, I am an overthinker who lives way too much in the future and not enough in the present. Sometimes my overthinking qualities bleed into reminiscing about the past, but usually I’m so lost in thought about what the future may bring that it makes me dizzy.
I’m not saying that I spend so much time thinking about the future that I don’t enjoy the time I spend with Taylor and Berlin. I do, believe me. I do take time to cherish the moments I have with the girls and my husband, because I know that time is precious. I know this because Taylor is already going to be FOUR in two weeks! It seems insane!
I just seem to lose my focus and get lost in daydreams. How life will be once Brandon gets a job he loves, and we go back to school… The places we’ll go, the people we’ll meet, the things we’ll do… Etc, etc, etc. I have this horrible inclination to wander– (I don’t mean romantically, I mean literally) I get this strong sense of longing to travel. So, I think about the future- when this will be possible. My mom and I have talked about, in 6 or 7 years, taking the girls out of school and traveling Europe for 6, 9, 12 months, and I just want it to happen. I wish I could take the girls now you know. (Until I think about the spitfire that Berlin is, and how my children cannot stay still for a milisecond…. And then I think about how everyone on the airplane would want to murder me and how I might want to jump out of the plane, and I realize why we have a 6 or 7 year in the future plan).
So, I get lost in the future. Lost in the possibilities. I go on websites, and my heart flutters as I look at the places I could be (again), or the places I could meet. Traveling, to me, is like collecting new friends. And I don’t mean people… I mean cities.
So, this is going to be a little unconventional, but my pic of the day is actually one I took a couple of years ago. But it goes with the topic at hand.
Prague, or as it’s called there, Praha.
the second we drove into the city I knew. The second I stepped foot on those cobbled stone streets I knew. My mom didn’t like Prague as much as the other cities we went to– Prague still has remnants from its Communist past– graffiti, tv towers, power lines. But the city itself was beautiful, and I found these remnants made it more beautiful. In fact, I was certain that Prague and I were kindred spirits.
Anyway, here’s my (old) picture of the day:
and I know I didn’t take it today, but I wish I had. I wish my daughters and I could be in Prague right now…. *sigh* but someday. Someday.