PARENTAL CHOICES
I Went on a 3-Week Trip Without My Kids & They’re Still Alive
“They” say I shouldn’t leave my gaffers but…
One person’s blueprint or way of doing things isn’t the way the whole world should do it. Kelly Winder
I went on a trip.
For almost 3 weeks.
Without my kids.
My teenagers were on their own. Well, sort of. Between grandparents and family friends my 14- and 16-year-old were unlikely to starve. Or walk anywhere farther than two blocks.
“Wanna head out west with me this summer?” I had asked my spawn a few months ago. They had first dibs. They said no.
Life changes when kids start raking in their own dough. And seeking friend opinions over the “boomer voice” who pays the mortgage and fills the fridge.
They chose home. I chose adventure.
My 5-day visit to a friend out west morphed into a 3-week road trip with my boyfriend. Our solution to the glut of rental car availability? I bought a car.
So I just needed to drive that sucker 4,480 km from one shore of this massive country to my home.
