Every day I feel like my dreams of going to Paris is never going to happen. I log in to Facebook and I check out other people’s travel maps and I get fascinated how these people and some of my friends find the money, energy and the time to go to all the places that they’ve been to.
It’s not like I am envious, I just want to go to France. It’s been my dream since I was a little girl. I took French for a few years, hoping that I would know some of the language when I got there. The older I get, the harder it becomes to remember the words and phrases!
My husband would always say we have responsibilities, 4 kids, etc, etc. I look at what’s going on with the world and economy and I am disappointed that the ‘responsible’ ones seems to have finished last. We did not gain anything from the bailout money. In fact, I’m sure we’ll be paying more taxes next year. Yeah, tax season just ended and I have so much to look forward to.
I just feel like I never got the chance to live it up! We’re always thinking about mortgages, college fund, paying the bills, etc. It’s just too depressing.
Along with the big white wedding and losing weight, perhaps it’s time to bury this other dream of mine because it’ll never happen.
