Many of you have seen the above video and hashtag #CashMeOutside that has gone viral in one form or another. I currently shared a version on Facebook where a comedian inserted himself into the scenario and pretended he was conversing with this young lady which I admit I found very funny. But after watching numerous clips, reading some comments from strangers and some of the additional videos circulating of this young lady responding to her new found viral fame I started to see this through “Mom eyes”.
The title of this blog may be a little bit misleading as I wouldn’t necessarily call travelling from Scarborough to Barrie “Business Travel” as it was literally an hour and 15 minute drive away. But I did have to stay overnight and it gave me an idea of how, we, as a family would handle it should my job require a small degree of travel again. And other than my gut wrenching guilt and missing the little monster, I think it went well.
I used to travel for work, A LOT. I was basically gone for a week every month, and I loved it. I got to stay on the Upper West Side of New York City steps away from Times Square and Broadway; so close I could feel the city breathing. In Chicago I experienced the best shopping on the “Mile”, the best deep dish pizza at Gino’s and Lou’s and the best blues at Buddy Guy’s. I was lucky enough to drink Hurricanes and Hand Grenades dancing up and down Bourbon St. in New Orleans until we closed it down and I went to Las Vegas so many times I think I stayed at almost every hotel on the strip. And I did it all for free; I got to stay in luxury hotels, eating at the best restaurant and the companies I worked for or the partners we worked with paid for it. Don’t get me wrong I worked very hard, but I played just as hard too. Continue reading
This past Sunday we got to Skype with my husband’s family who live in a village just outside of Čitluk in Bosnia i Herzegovina. Seeing them and hearing their voices made me miss them and the beauty of the country they call home. My husband’s father built a wonderful house there and now all I can think about is the time we spent there and how much I want to go back.
My father-in-law passed away in November of 2013, and his wishes were for his children to bring him home to be laid to rest in the family vault. Because of the timing of his passing my husband and his siblings thought it was best to wait until the summer to make the arrangements and travel to Europe to honour his request. So in July 2014 my husband and I with one of my sisters-in-law boarded a British Airways plane with WAY too much luggage and began our journey to Europe with a 1 year old…on my lap. It was a tough journey, but after 2 stopovers – one in London* which I will NEVER do again and the other in Finland – we finally touched down in Dubrovnik. From door to tarmac it was a 24 hour journey, but the moment I stepped off that plane it didn’t matter, I fell in love.
Even at the airport I knew I was in a breathtakingly beautiful place. I could smell the sea, and I was surrounded by mountains. The air was so clean, the sky so clear and blue and you could actually see the shadows of the fluffy white clouds as the passed over the mountains.
It was like I stepped into a world that I thought only existed in my head. Continue reading