Packing Up My Troubles

 Packing Up My Troubles…

 "The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page." — Saint Augustine. 

The travel bug is one bug I’d always love to succumb to, but sadly, it doesn't happen as often as I would like.

As a child, my travel was restricted to Grandma’s house in Mumbai for vacations, and there was that one time when Dad took the family on a trip to Kolkata.

A trip that is firmly etched in my mind is a college trip to Rajasthan because I almost didn’t go. My dearest departed dad was being his protective best and had to be convinced by others to let me loose for a few days. My honeymoon in Goa is a cherished memory. Goa never fails to lose its charm for me. I have holidayed there with and without the boys and have always returned feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I also loved Kerala, and it was special because it was the last family vacation. I dread motion sickness, which I’m prone to, but lately the episodes seem to have reduced.

Post marriage, I’ve done a fair amount of travelling both overseas and within the country, the only difference being that in the early years, it was the kids' needs and care that took precedence.

                          

Unlike my better half, my packing style is quite the opposite of his last-minute approach. My hubby generally throws in a few essentials, sometimes even on the day of departure, and voilà, he’s all set to go. Mine usually begins with deliberating over the right suitcase or bag, even if it’s an overnight trip. Medicines top my checklist, and I do not carry food. Eating the food served on the plane or train is part of the fun. I do carry a couple of books, hoping to catch up on my reading, but that rarely happens.

Now that the nest is empty, it’s been a while since we took a family vacation, but together with places I want to visit, that too is on my bucket list. 

This post is my entry to the Blogchatter Bloghop prompt