I saw a dream about Barcelona tonight. I’ve never been there, so it was a bizarre place of my imagination, but I kind of knew it was Barcelona anyway. I was so happy there. Traveling, traveling! When and where will be my next one? I don’t know. I want it so much…
My daughter wants it desperately, too (she hasn’t traveled anywhere even longer than me). But our circumstances are still complicated. My brother’s trial took place on Feb 17, and he was sentenced to 1 year of imprisonment. Half of this time has already passed while he was waiting for the decision. But there is still half a year left… For me it means that I keep staying with the two kids and can’t move around the world freely.
Why can’t I move? Oh well. My nephew is 16, but it’s absolutely out of the question to leave him alone at home. It’s dangerous for himself, my apartment and the cats. While my daughter was able to stay alone for a month at his age, he is a disaster even when we are around. No, no!
At worst I can go with both of them, choosing the cheapest (and preferably visa-less) destination. But will it be really enjoyable? Then, in such case I must get a permission from his mother… Such a bother! I’m too tired to think of all these organizational things. So maybe we’ll just wait. And while waiting, I’ll work and save money and dream…
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