Where has the list gone?

You may ask yourself. Self, where has the cool list for the Canadian vacation gone? Well my mind has been sidetracked with a rather heavy work load at you guessed it, work. Hate when that happens. And the incredible, invisible stress that comes with buying a new home. I am washed over with trepidation. Should I buy? Am I wanting too much. Is the note and residence going to sap away my nomadic spirit?

Do I actually have any nomadic spirit left to sap? Jealousy. I can't believe when I was dropping Red off at the port that I got jealous of the other passengers. Three couples going to Cozumel (not my flavour of tea) and another was going to Costa Rica. I wanted to drop to my knees and scream why couldn't have I married a balding lawyer who could whisk me away to far off exotic and erotic resorts. Ok I am not a resort dude but you get the idea. I don't have penis envy, I have disposiable income envy.

Good travels to all and extra kudos to those that aren't filthy rich but still living the wanderlust ways.

I need to buy a lottery ticket because I sure as hell am not going to come about this the honest way.