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Number One

Traveling over the last few years has been specially rewarding for me coming as it does after a long hiatus. There were so many obstacles to getting away and going away - a lot of it self-inflicted but some were true logistical challenges. Freedom has been exhilarating and each trip has made me think of what is has been on the top of my bucket list since childhood. That has never changed and I have yet to travel to my number one place of all places. I am hoping this year I will be able to get there. Any dream that goes so far back becomes imbued with a grand sense of purpose and meaning. This one will not be just any other vacation but the trip that begins to get things I wish to get done before I die - certain places are included there as are goals. 

Recently, a kid I know asked me what made me work hard at my job if I did not have a big project to work on - like a major home improvement project people my age take on for instance. I answered that it was always travel for me - that is my reward for a year of hard work and the thing I look forward to. Any project done or possession acquired does not move the needle nearly as much. We have completed some useful projects around the house over the years but I certainly did not feel like a dream come true when the job was done. Some places I have visited very much felt that way - and these were places that were nowhere near the top of my bucket list. The idea of getting to number one feels monumental. 

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