I was just thinking that it’s been about 2 years since I’ve been to Amsterdam. I really liked it there. I felt like I could live there. Maybe I did, in some previous lifetime.
Anyway, let’s revisit my thoughts about being a homebody who likes to travel. The struggle is real.
Goodness me, it has been quite some time since I last wrote. I was busy gearing up for my first overseas trip to Amsterdam and Germany.
But first, a story. When I was in fifth grade, I went on my first overnight school trip. We went to a place called PEEC in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania. I forget how long we were there for, but it was at least a couple of nights.
I have always been a homebody. Even when I would sleep over at my friend’s house next door, I would look out the window at my house and feel homesick. If I hadn’t been so afraid of the dark I would have made the trek across our yards so I could be in my own home with mommy and daddy and sleeping right down the hall.
So naturally I was really nervous to…
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