There are people born with what I call itchy feet–they long to wander and often wander far. Then there are those who are born with a preference to home and all its comforts. My late wonderful mother-in-law told me years ago that, when she had her two boys (the oldest of which is my Crankee Yankee), she said that you could tell what kind of men they would be when they grew up. The Crankee Yankee walked before he could talk. His younger brother was the opposite; he talked before he could walk. To this day, they are still walkers and talkers.
My step-daughter, mom of Ava, is a wanderer, too, as is her husband. At age four and a half, Ava, is also a wanderer. In fact, she’s already traveled more than I have! My one big adventure was going to Rome on a class trip when I was a teen. Back then, I didn’t realize that I was a born stay-at-home.
Look, it’s not that I don’t like or appreciate travel; I do. It’s just that I have to have time to process all the reasons why I should travel and not stay home all the time. Oh, and did I mention that I am a worrier as well? That’s an offshoot of my stay-at-homeness. I worry about how well will someone other than me or the Crankee Yankee take care of our cats, and will they remember to put food and water out for the strays, will they remember to lock the doors and pull the shades down at night, will they leave too many lights on, or worse–not leave ANY on? And so it goes.
It is said that, horoscope-wise, we Cancerians vastly prefer our homes to anywhere else. We would love to carry our homes on our backs so that, wherever we go, we would be home. Ah, well, you can’t keep a wanderer home all the time, and you can’t push a stay-at-home to travel all the time. Suffice it to say that we stay-at-homes can’t learn something from our wanderer peers, and vice-versa.
That said, I am still, and always will be, a CRAB.