Dear readers, (if you are out there)
For the past few nights I have been watching the Olympics. Not by choice, but by proximity to my father and husband. I've seen gymnastics, swimming, and horse competitions. I had no interest in said olympics...until they started competing. I mean, I really wanted America to win! I insulted a French swimmer and was not upset when an Australian's horse started to kirk out. (I mean, I felt bad for the horse, just not the Australian) While reflecting on my desire to see America triumph I started to think about traveling. Nick and I have stayed in some pretty sheisty places. A seedy hotel in Boston and a frightening casita in Cozumel, Mexico. Wales wasn't scary, they have no guns and lots of sheep, but there weren't an abundance of chicken tenders which was dissappointing. A lot of people like to travel and discover new cultures, try new things, get a little spontaneous.
Well, I'd like to pose the question- What is so bad about being a homebody? It's not like I just mistrust other countries, I mistrust other places in America! Florida-death by alligator or shark, Cities? Full of crime and pestilence. I even got scared moving to Eastport from Edgewater and they even start with the same letter. Now, I run the risk of people finding me close minded by posting this, but I'd like to offer an argument as to why my worldview is ok.
Tolkien. Yeah I said it. I'm just like a hobbit. They enjoy the shire and even when they are traveling-they just dream of the shire. And Tolkien even says, "It's a dangerous business stepping out of your front door". I agree. Unfortunately while checking that quote I found this quote "The hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination"
You win some, you lose some.
Unrelated story:
Nick and I were driving around late last night and I begged him for a milkshake. Nick decided to get a Mighty Kids Meal. As soon as the man handed us our M.K.M. Nick turns the the backseat and says loudly "Here you go, Timmy!" And we drove away. He did this so the man thought the meal was not for him. But my windows aren't tinted so...
Until next time,
Kaley
PS Also I should say that my husband feels the opposite way, he loves a little travel and spontaneity. SO, I shall be forced to expand my horizons despite my hobbit-like existence.
1 comment:
This may or may not be the funniest thing ever. It's a good thing I wasn't in your backseat, because Larry isn't a very kiddie name.
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