#HAWMC Day 20: “Travel Time. If you could travel to anywhere in the world, where would you go? Why? We also know traveling with a chronic illness can be challenging, so any tips for others that you can share would be great!”
Dude, I didn’t even get a honeymoon, k?
To think about where I would go is almost like dangling the proverbial carrot before the donkey. Then I’m just going to think I’m an ass. Which may or may not be entirely too accurate, at times. Just sayin’.
Where I would go, would most certainly be through my ancestral lines. 🙂
I’m addicted to my Ancestry.com/ca/uk subscription…I’m clicking leaves so much I’m going to wear out my mouse. \m/
I’d love to visit the castles on my lines…I’d love to step on the lands where greatest grandmothers tended herbal remedies…I’d love to look up at the very same moon my ancestors gazed upon and wonder what they were thinking at that very moment across time.
I’d love to see where my blacksmith great-great-grandfather was born (my one treat-to-me was purchasing my great-grandfather’s birth registry from Worcester, England)
Once I was done travelling through the Old Lands…I’d want to go even further back…across millenia…Africa…land of all lands…home of all homes…
Being an only child…and a girl…I’d coerced my father (lovingly, of course) into participating in National Geographic’s “The Genographic Project” for my male-line deep ancestry. \m/
I swear…between the Cosmos and Ancestry…is the ‘me’ that is “Me.” 🙂
What I wouldn’t give to be a Time Lord…hop in the TARDIS and really see them…countless generations of reproductive chance…statistical probability of survival limited by the events and circumstances of the times. It’s all pretty breathtakingly spectacular, isn’t it?
Makes one really appreciate the gift of “Time.” and the ability to even have had a chance to partake in this precious gift of life…
That’s where I’d go…in a two-heartsbeat. \m/