We live in a tourist town. Actually we live about an hour away from the number-one destination in the United States, and possibly the world.
So it’s no surprise that many of my friends have been nearby for vacation – even though they didn’t bother to contact me.
When we moved here, I would get upset as my friends would post pictures on Facebook of their Disney vacation. I’d see a check-in on Foursquare or Yelp and think “I could have warned them not to go there, the food is terrible and over-priced.”
But during the past year, as I’ve traveled across the country with my family, I’ve realized that it’s not that easy to plan or meet-up with friends, no matter how much you’d like to see them.
First of all, I hate making and then breaking meet-ups. Our schedule is crazy and many times we find out at the last minute that we can visit a spot we’ve been hoping to explore. I prefer to wait until the last minute and then make plans when the opportunities arise.
Making contact isn’t as straightforward as you might think, either. I like to communicate and plan via email because my memory isn’t what it used to be, while most of my family and friends will pick up the phone first.
I’m pretty uncomfortable on the phone. Just ask Chris.
But the biggest problem is the entourage. I want to see my friend, but that doesn’t mean the rest of my family will behave, or that my friends are in a position to change their schedule to accommodate my family. These people have lives, jobs and families of their own.
Still I feel a little guilt when I’m traveling through towns my friends have settled in. I know that they would have excellent restaurant suggestions and insights into the best parts of town to explore. But I’ve let go of the hurt that used to settle in when the Instagram and Tadaa photos would post from Orlando.
Now, it’s a solidarity of experience we share, having both been to and enjoyed the very best of Florida and the “Happiest place on Earth.”