Traveler

I began traveling under one year of age, when I was a mere two and a half to three months old. This vacation was to Hawaii. The places I traveled to when was under five years of age were: Hawaii, Aruba, Venezuela, and Door County (WI). I don't remember these vacations at all. My little mind simply didn't work towards keeping an experiential memory at that time.

Since then I've traveled to Mexico, Arizona, California, Florida, Hawaii (again), Door County (again), Minneapolis, Chicago, South Carolina, North Carolina, New Orleans, Missouri, and I've been on three cruises in the Caribbean. I've had so many traveling experiences that it is hard to do just one, or two, or three, or four, I could go on all day. So if you have anything travel-based that you want me to write about, don't hesitate to ask.

Every year, since I was born, I have gone to Hawaii and Door County. My parents owned a timeshare in Hawaii that expired at the end of 2009 and my dad goes to educational seminars about Psychiatric issues in Door County every year. At this point you may be thinking: "Wow! This girl is spoiled." However, I find it all has to do with perspective. There are others more spoiled than me and there are others less spoiled than me. There are even those who aren't spoiled at all.

Okay...back to the point. Throughout the years, Hawaii has become like a second home to me. For the first 13 years of my life my family and I went to Hawaii over Spring Break. When my older sister, @FarrarHM on Twitter, went to college, her Spring Break was no longer the same. So we switched going to Hawaii to the last week of the year and the first week of the new year, over Winter/New Year Break, if you will.

This past Christmas and New Year were not spent in Hawaii, because our time share had officially expired and the hotel was changing hands. Instead, they were spent bearing the cold Wisconsin weather. I can tell you that it was a bummer that I didn't go and that I am still having withdrawal. Yes, Hawaii did addict me to it. At first Hawaii acts all innocent and tempting as 'paradise' but when you go, you succumb to it. You never want to leave and you become addicted. At least that's how my experience is with Hawaii.

All in all, one thing I learned about not going to Hawaii this past time is that I took Hawaii for granted. Now, I am grateful for Hawaii and the many wonderful and depressing experiences I've had there.

Notwithstanding, I am not as enamored with Door County, WI as I am with Hawaii. Door County, WI is an amazing place for me to go to get away from all the fast-food restaurant chains and the city drama, and it helps me slow down my pace of life a bit. The place that we stay there does not have air conditioned units but it isn't a problem. My family and I would rather experience that there than be in the comfort of air conditioning, sacrificing boating excursions on Kangaroo Lake or even go biking around the lake itself.

The reason I wrote this blog was because I am airplane-sick and Hawaii-sick right now. I miss being on an airplane and, most of all, I miss being in Hawaii.

Any questions or comments feel free to contact me on Twitter @starsintheskies.