I feel this. I've seen a lot of the world, but thought I wanted to see more. At almost 51, all I really want to do is move back east to the ocean and be done with it. I've seen most of the US and Canada. I've been to Europe, Australia and the Carribiean. A part of me wants to visit Africa to see the land my ancestors walked, but I don't know, I just don't have the heart for it anymore.

I like my stuff. I like my bed. The past 2 years have heightened my anxiety and I'm not sure I want or need to travel. The kicker for me is I saw the world with the wrong man, my ex-husband, and I want so much to show my current love, my high school sweetheart and love of my life, all the things I've seen. He doesn't care. And I think we're done. Ocean bound and that's it. Maybe I'll change my mind someday. Maybe not.