Going somewhere "plain".
Travel to get to know your people
Have you ever traveled somewhere “normal” or “plain”? What I mean is, have you ever traveled to a location just because you want to get to know some ONE better? People will travel to Europe, Asia, anywhere really to see the land where their ancestors came from. They will even seek out ancestors to sit and share stories and photos with. I’ve always thought this was a guise for traveling the world and seeing major tourist sites. This is coming from a girl who LOVES to visit her family in ENGLAND. I mean COME ON! If I say I’m visiting family, but really there for Cadbury World…. who’s going to blame me.
Anyway, just this last month I felt the peace and joy of fulfilling that WANT of visiting somewhere “normal” just because someone I love lived there. My husband is from a normal little town in upstate New York. Nothing fancy. Just a small little city. Since we dated I have wanted to take a trip to see this place. This small, unassuming little city. Why? I think I wanted to see this place to get a glimpse of the “world” from my husband’s past. I wanted to understand HIM more. I wanted to see the streets he played on. Smell the lake he played in. Hear the cars drive past the places where he played. I even wanted to taste the same treats he grew up eating. I just wanted to understand more fully the world he grew up in. I wanted to put some context to the stories he tells. And guess what…. I got it!!!
I saw the sidewalks he would walk down as a kid with his friends to get to the local movie theater. I saw the bridge where he did the donut in the Mustang with one of his best friends. I tried hand scooped ice cream from the local gas station. We took our son to the same pumpkin patch that my husband had been to as a child. The best part though…by far…the best part was meeting the best friend of my husband’s childhood. The kid who did everything with MY best friend. The one who helped shape the man I married. The teammate who made home movies, got into mischief, ran around the neighborhood, and even the one who got my husband into some precarious situations. That was the best part. Far better than seeing the sites where my husband grew up, was meeting the one person who knew my husband better than anyone when he lived in this small town.
So, I get it. I get WHY people chase their heritage, or travel to learn about their ancestry. It isn’t just about seeing fun touristy locations. It really is about connecting deeply with part of the past that you love. I loved visiting small-town New York. I loved seeing this little part of the world. I loved seeing what it was like and how it has shaped the man I love. I especially loved meeting the people that knew my husband before he ever made it to me. I have a new-found respect for people who travel to learn more about their family, and it has ignited a little spark inside of me to learn more about my family. I want to travel to see them, to learn of them and their lives. Not just of their location and cool tourist locations that exist today. But... I still will stop in at the WB Studio in the UK WHILE I learn more of my family. It’s the right thing to do (while in the area).


