Upstairs, down and up the big hill behind our house, a quick trip to the local one-person post office, and a bit longer drive to the service window to get a mini Blizzard when it is just too hard to stay confined a second longer. No expensive airplane tickets, no souvenir shopping, hotel rooms or dinners out! I have saved a bundle! I may have saved enough that if I survive the pandemic I can travel first class around the world—take the Siberian Express or the Orient Express. I probably won’t have the cash for a trip to outer space but if I’m going to dream big, than why not!
Instead, I have traveled inwards, journeying into my imagination. In addition to the more philosophical pursuits, I have traveled through decades of travel memories while rummaging through the long since stored boxes of photographs, or remembering major shopping trips as I try to cull my closet of more clothes than is decent to own.
Staying confined does not need to be confining…your borders are the limits of your imagination. I am flying free and far—to infinity and beyond.