I Need to Get Out More


I Need to Get Out More

I need to get out more! This is getting ridiculous. I love my house and my yard. It’s so comfy and pleasant. But, I’ve taken to staying, OK hiding, here way too much. There are no demands on me to leave if I don’t want to. No work, no classes, no sick friends, no obligations. No enormous sale going on at the shoe store even. Sure, I’ll go with Mr. Husband when he’s driving, out to dinner or errands.

Yesterday I went out to run my own errands for a change. The first place was to DSW to return a pair of shoes that I changed my mind about. When I returned to the car I got in on the passenger’s side and sat there for a moment confused. Hmmm, where is my driver?  That’s when it hit me. When I get a little too comfortable in my suburban hermitage, a sort of inertia sets in.

I’m a home body who loves to travel. That may sound like a contradiction, but really it’s not.  I define travel as leaving to a destination that is not local. When I’m not doing that, I’m perfectly happy to putter around the house. Write a little for this blog. Work on the book I’m still writing. No, I didn’t quit after the great NaNoWriMo smack down. I watch weird foreign films on Netflix. I’ve never been one of those people who needs someone else to entertain me. Maybe I’m too good at it? Does this even make sense?

Been doing some visualizations and meditations lately on what it is that I find fascinating more than anything else.  I love to travel, but the big question is: why do I like to travel? I think I’ve figured it out. Had a Eureka moment.  The number one most fascinating topic in the whole wide world is PEOPLE. Bam! There it is. Human beings in all their varied and wonderful glory, pain, opinions, beliefs, squalor and elations. That’s why I love to travel. To meet different people, in different cultures, different walks of life.

I never tire of studying why people do what they do, think what they think, or feel what they feel, even the so-called “bad people.” What I have to get into my own thick skull is that there are people right here in my own home town. Millions of them.  I should go on people watching expeditions often.  A missed opportunity, a befuzzlement that I intend to remedy. If not today…well tomorrow is another day.

8 responses

  1. I think my life will be similar to yours in a few years. I still work and have kids around the house, so peace is not common yet. But I love people too, I can people watch, read, imagine endlessly. Have enjoyed reading your blog, hope to read more of you in the future. Cheers.

    1. Thanks for stopping by 🙂

  2. That pic is hilarious! Great marriage of imagery and prose!

    1. Yea it struck me really funny. A woman on the edge. I’m trying to figure out an excuse to wear a waste basket as a hat now.

  3. Guess I have to join the crowd. I am becoming a recluse. But I have everything I want or need right here!! And while travel is nice, I have decided I like being home just as much. Maybe I’m just getting old. Who knows? I’m happy with it.

    1. As much as I enjoy home, already have 3 trips scheduled this year. 2 weddings and a girls get together weekend in a condo on the Florida coast.. weeehaaa!

  4. Okay, you sound so much like me it’s scary! I, too, love to travel, but otherwise I like to stay home with my books. I love to go to far-away exotic places, but when I’m home, I’m really, really home. I, went to the library yesterday for a new stock of reading material, and I said the identical thing to myself, “You need to get out more.”
    Hugs from another home-body,

    1. Thank, and hugs to you too 🙂 It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.

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