I hate to travel. General Sherman said, “War is hell,” but I say, “Travel is hell.”
The problem in my 62-year marriage to a wonderful husband is simply that he loves to travel. Why this fundamental difference did not come out during our pre-marriage conversations, I have no idea but it was a cruel twist of fate.
So, I live in perpetual fear of the next trip listening for that tell-tale sign of him rustling about in the closet looking for a suitcase. I know he is suffering from that dread disease that comes every few months or so … wanderlust … and I gear myself for his next suggestion for a trip.
