Are we there yet?

 

It is the lure of adventure

the complete unknown

that causes us to travel

and leave behind our home,

To cram into a suitcase

what hangs now wrinkle free

and drag along behind

what now weighs more than me,

Squeeze into an airplane

ignoring basic fright,

Yet knowing you’ll be safe as long

your tray table’s upright,

The bugs in your hotel room

causes you to scratch

The language all is foreign

your money doesn’t match

You’ve never walked this much

before,

Your tired, aching feet –

and nothing here upon your plate

is something you would eat,

How wonderful

to get back home

Show pictures to your friends,

of the fabulous vacation

and the places that you’ve been.