There’s nothing like travel to give a reality check on how spoiled I am.
I live in a big house with a comfy bed with more than one pillow. I don’t have to sleep twisted into some contorted position in order to stay on my side of the armrest, and my pillow doesn’t have to wrap around my neck.
I can walk to the refrigerator or pantry whenever I want to and drink clean water and eat a healthy snack. I don’t have to remember to use bottled water to brush my teeth or ring a bell when I need to eat (ok, that actually is kind of cool for a change).
I can ride my bike to work, to the grocery store, or just about any place I need to go in my hometown. If I drive, it’s usually a quick trip. I don’t have to ride in a shuttle bus through traffic that would put LA to shame, wondering how eight lanes of cars and motorbikes will fit into a space wide enough for two.
After 29 hours of travel, I’m grateful for all these things that I often take for granted. As nice as the people all are, I think 8,693 miles is enough for today.
Jennifer Wolfe
Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.
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