I spent way too much time choosing the final word for this post. Do you have ANY idea how many synonyms there are for “unfettered?” I want a word that describes my coming year. Liberated? Enfranchised? Fancy-free? Yeah. All of those. By the way, one of the words is “footloose,” which I really like. But to me it brings up memories of the movie, and I assure you, I NEVER looked like the stars in that movie. And I was never as hot a Kevin Bacon. Even now that we’ve both aged.
Anyway, a few incidents came together about the time I celebrated my 79th birthday, and together they cascaded into a waterfall that is taking me to distant locales. (I love waterfalls, by the way. I have hundreds of minutes of waterfall videos that I plan to stitch together into a movie I can watch when I’m in the nursing home. But I digress.)
I sold my home. The sale closed the day after my birthday. I listened to the experts who said not to make big life decisions in the first year after the death of a spouse-I waited over two years before taking this big step. But I realized my condo was creating work and worry outweighing the comfort of owning my home. I mean, how many times do I have to descend into the spidery crawl space to turn off the water and gas when I go traveling for months at a time? Ick! And then to have to do the same thing when I get home so I can take a shower? I’d rather have an apartment where I can just walk out the door and lock it up, and call maintenance when something breaks.
On my birthday my favorite cousin reminded me that I was embarking on my eightieth trip around the sun. We talked about how amazing it is that I’m in good health and relatively fit, and how I should be sure to take advantage of that fact while I’m able. When I was a small child I went to a birthday party for a friend who was turning eighty, and I asked her what it felt like to be eighty. Her reply was: “Honey, I still feel like I’m eighteen until I try to get out of this chair.” I think that’s me today. Yes, I’m a bit slower and heavier and achier, but in my mind I’m still ready to go. I do occasionally have to remind myself that sitting on the floor isn’t a good idea these days. At some point you have to get up.
The day my home sale closed I packed the last few items from my condo into my car and started the long drive over the Alaska Highway to my summer job. I’m a tour director, which entails sharing an apartment with a bunch of other tour directors, most of whom I will see only occasionally as we all lead tours throughout the state. You might think I’m a little old to still be working, but I find the work interesting and fun. I finally understand why my grandmother kept tending bar occasionally even into her 80s. Because she liked it.
Then I got tired of reading the Facebook posts of women who talk about their fear of traveling, and asking questions like: how do I find someone to travel with if I’m alone? Is it safe? How can I find my way? Maybe I’m a tad dismissive; maybe my years of travel for work made me insensitive to people who are afraid to walk into a restaurant alone. But holy moly, ladies, suck it up! You don’t need someone standing next to you to tell you the view of the ocean is spectacular! OK, I’ll admit it’s fun to travel with someone you care about, but trust me, it’s miserable to travel with someone who isn’t a good fit. My husband was always fun to travel with, and when I’m feeling alone I still talk to him. And I can still hear him telling me how graceful I looked when I tripped over my own feet.
With most of my worldly possessions tucked safely into a storage unit, a little money in the bank, and no mortgage or rent to pay other than my share of the Alaska apartment, I found myself with the freedom to look at life from a different angle. The idea started slow and then became that waterfall that keeps gaining momentum as it flows. I decided to make my eightieth year one to remember. Along the way, I hope I can show some of those ladies who are afraid to step out into the world alone that it can be done.
I had already booked a cruise to Antarctica over Christmas. I knew I didn’t want to spend Christmas at home again. I love my family and friends, but Christmas is still hard-I lost my Richard just a few days before Christmas and the memories of that are inevitable. Besides, I want to see Antarctica. I tried for several years to get on seasonal staff there, but it never happened. So I decided to make it happen.
Then I found a month-long cruise I wanted to take right after my Alaska season is done. The next thing I knew I had booked four cruises, a pet-sitting gig in Arizona, and a couple of land-based trips. My goal is to keep traveling until near the end of my eightieth year, finally settling down in late Spring of 2026. I want to be able to add a couple of continents and several countries to my life list, while remembering to “be in the moment” as I collect memories for that time when I won’t be able to travel so easily.
And I want to share this with you, dear reader. I hope I can inspire other women to pack a bag, take a drive, get on a flight, and maybe go somewhere they’ve never been. Even if it’s just a town on the other side of their own state. Along the way I’ll share my journey with you. Join me.
By the way, a truly disciplined writer would have started this series on day one, posting tidbits along the way and being sure to add a post every day or two. Discipline? We don’t need no stinking discipline! I’m already two months into my year and playing catch-up. So my posts are a bit out of date. So sue me.
Travels with Billie 