My dad has always traveled a fair amount for work (which is great for us, since it means we see him in Texas several times a year) and my mom has taken a lot of trips without him, both by herself and with us kids.
One summer we took a five week trip through Utah and Idaho and Oregon, four of which were without my dad. We came home one night early, driving all through the late afternoon and into the dark, and then opening the front door, laughing as my dad came running to the top of the stairs and soaking in the feeling of being home, in our own home, after five weeks away.
We’ve certainly taken dozens of trips with our entire family, but my parents obviously have no problem traveling or taking a vacation without each other.
I’m glad that Bart and I are the same way. Obviously, the two months in London, eight months after we were married, is probably the longest solo vacation I’ll ever take, but we’ve done a number since then too and this summer holds the most solo trips for me yet.
In two weeks, I’m going to Houston for a few days for the Texas Library Association conference (I am super super excited about that – check out the list of authors coming).
And then in April, I’m going to Arizona to see Kayla for four days.
In July, I’ll spend nearly in week in Vegas with my parents and little brother.
It goes without saying that I love traveling with Bart, obviously, but sometimes it is fun to go somewhere by yourself. I’m very much looking forward to these three summer solo trips.
And when Bart is in the midst of busy season as an accountant, I intend to take my children and go visit my parents for two or three weeks. If we live in Boston, it will be even more appealing, since we’ll be escaping the barren winter of Massachusetts for the barren, but warm, desert of Nevada.