Moving OnMay 31, 2012 at 11:08 am | Posted in Bun, Family, Photo Tuesday, Transylvania | 15 Comments
Tags: Challenges, Children, Europe, Expats, Family, Life, Photography, Romania, Travel
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” — Jack Kerouac
Pisa. Florence. Vienna. Budapest. Bratislava. Paris. Prague. Krakow. Countless towns, B&Bs, and gas stations in between. Not to mention dozens of twisty, potholed roads — asphalt, gravel, dirt, mud, and covered in ice — from here to there and home again in Romania. We’ve traveled during our year abroad.
And we are weary.
Between the first broken bone and the second, the near-constant deciphering of bus and tram and metro routes, and the voluminous laundry piles, we are so very weary. But, still, we ask ourselves: Did we do enough? Did we see enough? Did we make the most of it — of all of it, from feeding Cheerios to pigeons of various nationalities to dropping strange, shiny coins in subway musicians’ hats to sampling donuts and kebabs and wooden toys and raspberries from street vendors?
And if the answer is a half-hearted maybe? A shoulder shrug? A flat-out no? It’s too late. Our battered suitcases are nearly packed for the next road, the last road, the one that leads home.
And that’s enough. It’s got to be enough.
Has travel ever made you weary? When have you looked to the end of an experience and wondered if you’d made the most of it? And what was your answer?
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