We met when I had a one year old little boy and he was single and carefree. Our lives couldn’t have been more different back then.
Only 2 months after we started dating he flew me to Florida for a fun weekend in Tampa. More trips followed, especially when my son would spend the weekend with his Dad. For a city girl who never really traveled and only ever lived in Philly her whole life this new lifestyle was exciting.
This trend continued for many years.
Whether it was a random weekend road trip, or finding inexpensive flights to an island getaway for a few days. He taught me to be adventurous when it came to travel. He taught me to open up my eyes and get to know the world in a more intimate way. He taught me to embrace everything that travel puts you through, because the experience has always proved to be worth it. He is the reason why I never take off my wanderlust necklace.
Over the last couple of years something changed. He became more content with being home and keeping his feet on the ground while I continued to spread my wings and travel every chance I could get. He seemed to have lost that spark for spontaneous adventure which he once shared with me. I felt like he changed but I wasn’t sure why. Something was lost. Do you know what to do when you have lost yourself along the way?
A few months ago I found really cheap flights to Paris. I wanted him to go, but he found every excuse for why it wouldn’t work for us both to take the trip. Luckily I found a friend to travel with me and I went.
My trip to Paris was life changing in so many ways. Ways in which I could never fully find the words to express to him, because it was the kind of trip he needed to be there to experience for himself.
Blame can be placed on me for being unappreciative to all he was doing at home while I was off fulfilling my desire to travel as much as possible. But I placed some blame on him because didn’t he realize he lost himself along the way? He couldn’t see the thing he taught me to crave was what he had become so cautious about?
What to do when you have lost yourself along the way?
I wasn’t completely sure at first but I knew something needed to change. I needed him to remember how much he loved to travel. I needed him to remember what it meant to both of us and also our kids. I needed to remind him what it felt like to throw caution to the wind and just enjoy the adventure.
So I did it. I helped him remember what he loved and how to regain that feeling again.
I sat him down on a random Tuesday afternoon during his lunch break. I told him in two days he was getting on a plane to go to Spokane for the weekend. His 40th birthday was coming up and I told him that is how he would celebrate it. I had already spoken to one of his best friends for over 20 years and set it all up. I told him not to worry about anything else but to go, travel and find himself again. Luckily I captured some of his emotions on video (you can see it here), but I could never capture how much this trip truly meant to him.
Now he is back and we are heading on a pretty exciting family trip in June that will take us to multiple destinations. I am already happy to see him pulling out his extra-large map again and planning places for us to explore.
I am hopeful in thinking that somewhere up in the sky while flying through the clouds my husband found himself and his passion for travel again.