I’m working towards making this an annual thing – getting out of Dodge in the winter I mean. When I first came to Canada, I heard of the term “Snow-birders”. For my non-Canadian readers, this means – as soon as the white-stuff starts falling from the sky you all flock off to warmer climates in a mass flurry of 50, 60, and 70 year olds screaming “get me outta here!!” When I first moved to Canada in 1993 I figured I was just too young for all that (having young kids at home) and set that thought aside. Now at the ripe old age of 55 with no kids at home anymore, winter creeps up on me and I find myself in search of the big yellow globe in the sky.
Last year I took off to Australia for a family wedding, and holiday. This year, it wasn’t the warmth I was seeking so much (although U.K. is warmer generally speaking than B.C.,Canada), I was seeking time with my wise, and wonderful older sibling who has had some hard times with his health of late, and I felt the need to be there for a few weeks.
I took off to the non-snowy country of Wales and the fabulous company of my brother Lee, his daughter India – now 19, and son Taylor, 21, both relatively unknown to me living across “The Pond” (as the Brits say). I spent 2 weeks with Lee and his delightful kid-lings, then moved around mid-England visiting with my old high school years BFF, a couple of old night-clubbing-in-my-youth girlfriends, my Step-Brother and his family and my cousin – who I had not really spent more than a tea-time visit with in years.
The vacation was enormously therapeutic, albeit short-lived. I re-discovered how gorgeous my Motherland is. Stunning fields upon fields, rugged and beautiful coastlines of Wales, and historically majestic buildings and structures. I re-connected with old friends, deepened my already strong family ties with Lee, and discovered the joy of being an Auntie.
Not quite the heat-seeking holiday I was looking for, however my soul was beautifully warmed by these ever-lasting and deeply-rooted connections.
I guess that’s one positive about being an Empty Nester now. I can take off on trips either with Mike, or solo and not worry about the kids and if they’d also like the holiday. Or alternatively – if we left them behind I would be worrying about Day-Care etc. Now I just send them a postcard and bring them back an appropriate souvenir. Having said that, a family holiday would be fabulous…….. oh, this Empty Nesting is still tough, who am I kidding?
Where will Winter 2018/2019 take me I wonder. I’m going to put it out there for a trip to Costa Rica! Maybe the kids will save up and come too????!