My parents are planning a trip to Scotland in the spring. My sister recently got home from a trip to Poland. And the furthest I've been in months is Walmart, 20 minutes down the road.
Once in awhile, I look at my life and see how boring people must think it is. Some days, I have absolutely nothing to say. Some days, the only trip I take is to the mailbox. And some days, the most intelligent conversation I hold is with a 5 year old.
I find myself being jealous every now and then. I dream of faraway places, things I've never seen. I look through photos of places I've never been and people I've never met. And it just makes me wonder. The what-ifs creep in.
But then someone yells down the stairs, "Momma, momma, momma! I need you!" And all those questions disappear as fast as they appeared. It's amazing how someone so small can make everything else seem so right.