And no, this isn't a flounce.
It's a trip. Lea Lane would be proud.
We're going to Thailand. Taking the kids.
And it's not really about Thailand. That's just the destination. We've been there before, many years back, before kids. We got some great tickets, and once you get there, it's cheap to travel. But it's not about Thailand, not really.
It's about the world. I want to see it, dammit. I want to go, before I'm any older. I want my kids to see life without Nintendo, a place where kids are lucky to have shoes and school. I want them to understand what I can only do from having seen it, that We Are Rich. We Have Everything. All they can see is what they don't have--the latest Nintendo game, an X-box, a Rock Band set. But they have a house, free school, their own bedrooms, more toys than they can count, all the trappings of suburban American life. We have two cars! Two cars! Riches beyond riches, and they can't see it.
No, the credit cards aren't paid off yet. My only goal was to not put anything new on a card. The ducks are decidedly NOT in a row. My life isn't perfectly organized. The taxes aren't done yet. The floors need refinishing. The paint is chipped. The water spot from the leaky window in the living room still isn't fixed. (OK the window is fixed. But not the water spot). The couch is 20 years old. The furniture is a collection of mismatched, dog-haired castoffs from various relatives when they got new furniture. The back yard is a mess of mud and a cracked cement patio. That deck we were going to build fifteen years ago? We took the money and went to Egypt. The deck still isn't built. We could have bought a couch this fall. We bought skis instead.
I can't ski on a couch. I can't show my kids how much we both love the snow if we're sitting inside playing Rock Band.
A new couch is not going to make me happy.
A new deck will not show me the world.
Couch and plaster and deck be damned.