There is an important reason I must travel. The reason is not because of work.
I love to see new places. I love strolling through city neighborhoods, sauntering into small storefronts, observing the people around me. I like to spend time meandering through museums. I enjoy viewing different landscapes.
I am not particularly fond of air travel nowadays, but consider it a necessary evil, the means of reaching far flung places around the globe.
There is another motivation for leaving home regularly.
I have to clean the house.
I am not a very good housekeeper. In fact I am a terrible one. And a reluctant one. I have an innate ability to put off…and off...and off as long as possible what should be regular cleaning tasks.
So everything piles up and one day I wake up, walk into the kitchen and family room and say to myself, “D**n, I have to go on a trip. The house is a disaster.”
If nothing is on the calendar, I schedule an outing.
And then I clean.
Because worse than cleaning is coming home to a messy house.
So I straighten up, vacuum, make sure the kitchen counters are visible, and depart.
And when I return I can walk into my house and smile. The house is not too bad. It is fairly neat and clean.
All the traveling gets expensive. Especially when we have company, and particularly when the grandkids descend. The house gets messier and more disheveled than ever.
When I begin cleaning, another unusual event happens.
I am not a nice person when doing housework. He learned a long time ago to give me plenty of space when on a cleaning binge.
On the other hand I am in a good mood when done.
As I get older and travel becomes more of a burden than a blessing, there are alternatives to consider.
We can move and start over.
We have done that before. It works – for a while.
Someone else can clean my house. That would mean paying someone – because no one is going to touch my house for free – but it actually may be cheaper than traveling.
I can ignore the mess.
That only works temporarily.
We can eat out. Minimizes kitchen mess and clutter.
Actually, we do that a lot now anyway.
I can stop wearing glasses in the house. Then I will not see all the dust and mounds of stuff accumulating around me.
But I would probably hurt myself stumbling around.
I could try to be neater all the time.
Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?
Personally I like the idea of moving. We keep downsizing, so there is less stuff to transport each time.
One day we will find ourselves in a tiny studio apartment with no furniture, no kitchen, and using the bathroom down the hall.
At least there will be nothing to clean.