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Posted on Mar 27, 2012 | 6 comments

Only the Very Special, Lucky, Rich, and Perfect (Like Me) Can Travel

Only the Very Special, Lucky, Rich, and Perfect (Like Me) Can Travel

  On this earth, there are tons of normal, nice-enough, every day people: our co-workers, the other moms in the PTA, our neighbors, our sister-in-laws. They go to work, clean the house, take kids to after-school activities, and get the best from their suburban lives. Their lawn is way greener, they have white couches that actually stay white, and the Mrs. really has zero cellulite. I hate those people. I do. I had a knack for killing pretty green things; my dark brown couches were always stained; and I have more cellulite than I’d care to talk about. I have never felt that together, that organized, that fashionable, that picture-perfect. So, back home, I often felt weird, out of place, and alone. But now, it turns out the world sees something else in me, too. Everyone we know says they wish they could ‘retire at 30-something’ and travel the world forever. They say we are like walking super heroes- living the dreams most are wary to even think of....

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