I guess I have had a mid-life crisis most of my life. I often travel alone. I would never go anywhere if I didn't.
I started traveling alone in 1987 when I flew from Texas to London for a U2 concert at Wembley Stadium when I was just about to turn 17. I'd only flown on a plane once before that and had never been over the Atlantic. After I married, I went on holidays alone and left my husband and kids to go to Paris, Madrid, Milan and Rome. At that time, my husband worked in Europe over 290 days a year so I needed a break. I also had to travel as the lone adult on travel back to Texas every year so my oldest child could spend time with his father. That included me taking flights with my middle son whose first trip was when he was three-months-old. It wasn't hard at all with any of my kids as babies or toddlers. Since I've been back in the US, I've been back to England four times without the family to go to gigs for my favorite bands that strangely don't tour the US and various cities in this country.
When I go on vacation with the family, I have to pick activities that everyone will enjoy, around everyone's schedule, I have to check and double-check that everyone had everything and I'm in a constant state of running around. Then I have to always be checking in on my pets and returning to a mountain of laundry and grocery shopping and blah! When I'm on my own, I go where I want, when I want and do what I please. So, jimbocz, enjoy your time in Jeckyll Island and eat yourself silly at the DQ!!
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