For 50 years I had been held down by this huge invisible anchor called family.
But now, I thought, my time has come. I was going to break free, set sail, explore the world, live a little. I’d been planning the perfect vacation for months, but then that little thing called a pandemic struck. No more anchor, but now a huge invisible speed breaker.
Yet I stay determined. My time will come. Armed with my vaccine passport I shall soar through the clouds.
I’ve planned my itineraries. There’s options A through Z. I’m ready for whichever country that opens up for tourism.
And I’ll say this – the vacation may not be perfect, but the planning sure is fun.