Last night at work I was talking to one of my friends at the Deli Mart. He was telling me that he might take this summer off as one final fling after he graduates from college in June.
I wholeheartedly agreed that he should do it for a few reasons. It was a luxury I never had a chance to do myself, and once he gets into the world and is working full time and starts a family the chances are pretty slim that he'll ever get the chance again.
Myself, being quite good at giving other people advice, have yet to ever take the advice I dispense.
That is until now. For years I have been bending over backwards to please other people, never once thinking of myself. I started to do that a year and a half ago when I moved here to West Virginia to finally follow through on my dreams of the railroad, but I still haven't really done it yet. It was only a small step.
I thought about our conversation last night for a while after the Deli Mart closed and what he's planning to do. I envy him in some ways. He's still young enough not to realize what's really ahead for him. I also thought about my 20's, when I was single and making really good money and all the chances I had to do things and go places but decided not to because whoever I was dating at the time didn't want to or I didn't want to go by myself. I let these chances slip through my fingers like sand, to be gone forever.
So I've decided this morning to start saving for a trip to the UK. It'll probably take me about a year to get enough cash to do it, but that's ok. I'll enjoy the anticipation of the trip. I had been to London once, but that was on Uncle Sam's tab and I really didn't get to see much of anything. It would be nice to have someone to go with me, someone to share the experience with, but now I'm comfortable enough with myself to have a great time alone.
Back around 92' or 93', British Airways had this fantastic deal I should have taken. Four nights in London, travel by train to Ediburgh, Scotland, Four nights there and fly back to Philadelphia from Scotland. This at the time would have cost an unbelievable $550! I didn't take the trip because the woman I was seeing at the time hated England. I spent that vacation in Atlantic City, New Jersey... A slum with fifteen nice hotels and a shitty beach.
I doubt that they still have that trip or even airfares at that ridiculously low price, but I'm going to work out my own itinerary along the same lines. Of course I'll include a train ride in there somewhere... And I've always wanted to see the Scottish moors and those old castles.
So that's my next goal... The United Kingdom by Summer of 2007.
Copyright 2006 Thomas J Wolfenden