I used to dream every night that I was traveling. I fear looking it up in dream meanings. I always love to find that there is some underlying problem that is manifesting itself through my dreams. Anyway, I love to travel. Like I said, I dream of travel. I always figured that one day, it seems about now, I would be to the point where I could go anywhere I wanted. Hum, that point never really came. I had 4 four children instead and a husband.
All throughout the first part of our marriage I anticipated what a fabulous person he would be to adventure with. We seemed to like the same things. We used to like to hike and repel. Why wouldn't we like to travel together. Last month we finally got to take our own adventure together. Not too far from here. We flew down to Las Vegas. I anticipated the trip for a month. I talked about it, pack for both of us, plus kids of course, made plans for the kids, and like many other things, the climax was...disappointing. I was shocked. I had a small taste of his lack of adventure 2 years before when we went on a small family trip and he wanted to stay in the room the whole time or by the pool. I thought it was merely a fluke. Maybe a small lack of enthusiasm due to the fact that we had the children. It wasn't. He turned out to be purely uninterested.
My whole concern is, what happens when we finally get to that point where we are able to tour the world? Go at our leisure? I suppose I will be a one woman show. I love spending time with the guy. This discovery just turned out to be such a shocking disappointment. His idea of fun and adventure is slaying a great dragon in a game. Silly, and I even find myself loving the guy for what I concider his oddities. He has over and over labeled himself as unchangeable and so I know that this is a feat I should not even dare to take on. We will see. Maybe age will make him better. Like a wine.
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