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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I’m jealous! What’s up with Sue’s cancer diagnoses. Of course, she won’t respond to me. Love you & be safe. Best, Brian
Hi Uncle Brian, Mom is doing ok. She starts chemo on Tuesday. She created a page to share her progress with treatment. It’s hard for her to repeat the story over and over, so this way she will only have to write it once. You can sign up to get email updates too. https://www.caringbridge.org/visit/susansadventure