Tourist In Your Own City
While Richard is away baking himself at the beach, I took a mini-vacation of my own today. Where did I go? Some exotic getaway? Nope. I stayed right here in my own little city. I packed up my husband and daughter, and we acted like complete tourists. Porkchop (husband for those who don’t know my “peeps” from my blog), Dolly (daughter), and I went to the uptown area and just did all the things people do when they’re tourists in a new place. We visited all the landmarks, took goofy pictures of ourselves, spent too much money eating at a restaurant overlooking the water, and we just took our time and walked up and down the city streets we so often fly by without giving them a second thought. We read plaques and monuments that we’d never read before, looked in shop windows we’d never stopped at before, we basically took a moment to stop and smell the roses of our own city, to appreciate the things we take for granted about where we live.
I’m not saying it’s not good to get away or visit a new locale, but it doesn’t hurt to stop and take the time to remember the great things about where you are right now. Try it sometime – go be a tourist in your own city!
Now that I’m re-reading this, I can see that this is way too flowery and nice for Shadowscope. But it’s late, I’ve had a couple glasses of wine, and this is all I had. Sorry Richard, I’ll try and perv it up tomorrow if you’re not back by then.