Meeting New People is Like Traveling

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I grew up traveling and crave it like my kids crave candy but because our financial situation hovers over us like a threatening cloud carrying thunderbolts, I must reel myself in and learn to enjoy travel in proximity.

The other day my friend and I left our boys practicing football on the field and walked in the brisk early evening fall air to rendezvous with the other football moms for happy hour. I was feeling a bit like Eeyore, wearing my insecurities on my sleeve and feeling reluctant to say anything lest I reveal my pitiful state.

Taking in the energy of the women surrounding me, I let the wine slowly work its magic throughout my body melting away my concerns and my plane began to take off.

These women and I came from different worlds but we all had one significant and mutual similarity, we had ten year old boys practicing football on the field five minutes away from our tipsy sorrows.

My plane landed in their worlds and I spent a wonderful hour enjoying their stories. Jan looked like the innocent Sandra Dee from the movie Grease Lightening, with fair skin, bright big blue eyes and blond hair to her shoulders.

Jan told us how it was difficult at first for her husband from Puerto Rico to adapt to her Mormon family in Utah with a house devoid of alcohol and shaking with shredded carrots embedded in  jello mold.

I invited myself to go with her the next time she visited her husband’s gay uncle in his Colonial mansion in Long Island. It’s not exactly the island that I was dreaming of but maybe what I really need is to escape into other people’s worlds instead of being confined in my own.

I figured that going to the desert was more trouble than it was worth, without Wade to help me, so I am in Denver instead. I still feel as though my head is about to blow off but at least I am encountering something different than the norm. Sometimes it is okay to take the path of least resistance.

I’ll fill you in when I get back, or maybe we’ll just keep heading West.

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The desert will have to wait.

6 COMMENTS

  1. What a beautifully written post, Jillian. I enjoyed it through and through. I could relate to the part about how it must have felt to let down your guard and soak in the energy of the other women, with whom you have but one overt common bond.

    Enjoy your trip!

  2. I have found a new appreciation for the RELATING that women can provide one another after having read the book “Snow Flower and the Secret Fan”. I believe that if we let go and allow ourselves to be open and sometimes vulnerable around other women, stress will roll away a bit. Not completely, for we are mothers and providers, but a bit. Sharing is relieving, not always “reliving”, as some fear it would be. Good and bad, we should all be given the chance to relieve ourselves and share.

    Have a wonderful weekend and smile. 🙂

  3. I am the same way about traveling. I also grew up traveling and if I don’t do so regularly, it becomes a craving – like you said, great comparison by the way.

    I’m glad you got to know the other women and possibly make new friends. Sounds like you ended up having a wonderful time.

    • I think that as the weather changes in the fall we all experience different degrees of depression. The moments that I have of escape are too short. Life doesn’t offer to many chances for outlets unless you take the bull by the horns and make them happen.

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