“You always told me I wasn’t allowed to pet the strays!” my teen sister said, indignant. “What about all their ‘diseases?'”
“Sydney’s lived a good life,” my mom replied.
And I have. That good life is made noticeably better by the presence of cats.
“Travel” has come to mean a very different thing to me since I moved home after my college graduation and started my first corporate job.
I still daydream about sandy beaches, glittering city skylines, a backpack full of dirty laundry, and that rounded rectangular view out an airplane window. But for now, I settle for weekend getaways to old haunts that are within a reasonable driving distance.