Itchy Feet

This is our final day of our vacation in Williamsburg, Virginia. We've had a fabulous time, it was just the break that we needed from kids, work, life responcibilities, and a time to rediscover being just a couple. But now I find it hard to think of going back. Not to the kids, I miss them. While I've relished the break from parenting, I can't wait to get back to them. It's the day to day humdrum, paying bills, cleaning, just the basic survival stuff that I just don't feel ready to face again yet. We've joked about not going back and starting new lives with new identities in a new location.
But that sounds bad now that I reread it. We do enjoy our lives in Indiana, we have so much to be thankful for, David loves his job and how many people can say that? We are well set up, we do enjoy where we live. I think that both David and I just get itchy feet. We both grew up moving a lot, David was an air force brat so moved constantly around the US and even had a short period in Panama. I was a missionary kid and lived overseas most of my growing up years. As we drove across Pennsylvania and Maryland to get here my mind kept wandering to how nice it would be to get a chance to live in this "different" part of the country and explore what it has to offer. Then I received a phone call from a friend yesterday say that they are considering moving to Seoul, Korea on a job transfer for 2 years and what did I recommend. Now me, I didn't have to think twice-jump at the chance for a change. But I know I am not the typical person when it comes to things like that, and it isn't right for everyone.
So all this rambling to say, I've had itchy feet this week, worse than usual. But isn't there always something about everyone's life that they would change? I wish David had a portable job, but then I couldn't imagine or want him to do anything other than what he does. So we'll just have to enjoy our vacations to distant places, and not let them affect our contentment with home.