I have posted this before but not in so much detail.
I, was brought up in the USA, my dad’s job took me all around the word expect The UK . When I first got married to an abusive man, holidays where out of the question as he withheld money and kept me and the kids in poverty. Then I was a single mum and there was not the money for holidays. I tried my best with my girls to do day trips or the odd night away in a very blue moon. I longed to see the UK.
When I met my 2nd husband, he would say let us go here, let’s go there but we never went. I used to say “when are we going there, he would say on my next birthday (mine is Christmas day so out of the question) He would say “we will eat fish and chips in Whitby” where he was born. It never happened. When he was dying, we went and stayed in a caravan in Weymouth which was organised by the cancer trust. I was just a carer by then and could not relax.
When he died my family and friends kept saying yes, they would come away but again that never happened either. In Jan of this year, I had a cancer scare, then I was rushed in for emergency eye surgery, I had a flood in my home knocked of my bike and lots of other things happened. I saw an advert for a coach holiday, no not to everyone’s taste, I know but a safe way to travel alone. I have booked to go to Yorkshire Including Whitby, on my husband birthday ( I am going to eat fish and chips ) . It was cheep and I paid for it in a couple of moths since then I have booked two more for next year and am paying of monthly including ten days to Scotland.
I am apprehensive and terrified of getting lost but it is time to live and not wait for others.