We traveled to Los Angeles in early May. I hadn’t been there since 1978. The air was certainly cleaner this time around. Our accommodations were lovely. We had a very nice time, ate in great restaurants, and had fun with our daughter. The people we met were very friendly. Our flight connections worked as well as could be expected, and we had no major glitches in our travel plans. Aside from some cool and rainy weather, it was a great trip.
It was kind of surprising when both husband and I independently stated that, as far as we were concerned, neither of us had to go back to Los Angeles ever again. We had been there, done that, and now we wanted to move on to other things.
I suppose it could be a sign that we are aging, and the fast pace of such a vibrant city was more than we could tolerate. I don’t think it is only that, though. I think it means that it is more important for us to do things that are truly meaningful and feed our souls. While I dislike how the word is bandied about, we want to be more mindful when we travel.
What are you relieved to be finished with?