Not Writing About What I Love

So I find more and more that my passion is travel.  I mean, really, who really doesn't love to travel?  I read about people going somewhere and read about cruises and different countries of the world and think, "Damn!  I wish I could do that"  It's Friggin Stupid that I don't write about what I love...TRAVELING.  But here is the rub. I don't have the time or the funds to travel so that I can tell the world about my adventures.  Who the hell would want to read about places I see when drive home to visit my parents?  Or going to Minneapolis?  I suppose there are plenty of things to show that I have seen in Minneapolis but we've already been to most places and I would have to go back again in order to do a good write-up on it but when you have kids, the only thing they want to see twice is the Mall of America and the Science Museum.  So I suppose I could start there.

Here is the other problem.  When doing a blog they say you should write every day, which you can tell from my posts I don't do.  So I figured being able to write about dumb thins I read online would be easier because I read dumb things every day. I can't travel every day.  I don't travel enough to have a lot of opinions on how to travel. I used to travel a lot when I worked for Northwest Airlines and could have given a lot of insight that way, but those days unfortunately are long past.

God I loved to travel.  I have gone many places in my past.  Drove out West multiple times in my life.  Loved Yellowstone, Teton Mountains, Grand Canyon, all grand places to visit and take in. I have flown to Hawaii, Mexico, Phillipines, and Germany.  I have yet to hit the East Coast or Alaska.  I loved traveling but those of you with children know your adorable loved ones take away from the funds that make those trips possible.

Wouldn't it be neat if I could write and get paid to do it?  Wouldn't it be neat if I could go to places around the world, write it off as an expense, and write about it and make money from doing so?  It's stupid I am writing about stuff that just piss me off yet here I sit.  Wishing I could be on some grand adventure.  I love my kids and I can't complain about my current career but I love to travel. Growing up I always dreamed of doing something I love as a job.

Here's what I see when I travel to Bismarck, North Dakota.  A large buffalo and plenty of land as far as the eye can see.  Now don't get me wrong.  In the summer I love being able to see for miles.  The sky and earth sort of meld into one and it is beautiful.  Anybody that knows me knows that you add a thunderstorm in that scene and you've got heaven for me.  But the remainder of the year, I'd rather be on a beach somewhere.  Pisses me off I can't do this.  It's the old adage you have to have money to make money.  Maybe others know something I don't but it sucks.  I want to get away.  Need a break.  Need to see more of the world.