The Travel Wall
Within every home lies framed memories that collect dust and are rarely ever visited. It takes a good amount of effort to print out and hang a picture in this digital age, but it has always been a constant in my dwellings. In fact, we have even started a “travel wall” (which I am proud to say was my idea), that houses the adventures we’ve taken as a family.
It all started several years ago when Katie and I went camping in Yosemite. As we looked through the gift shop, I spotted a frame that had a bear sitting atop ceramic waterfalls surrounded by giant trees. It had a 3D effect and was undoubtedly cheesy. The crown jewell of this piece of art was the large, lopsided, carved letters loudly proclaiming, “Yosemite!”. SOLD!
That was just the beginning. Pretty soon we had festive frames from Costa Rica, Guatemala, and the Dominican Republic. There is one with a red leaf in honor of the time we went storm watching in Canada. It was the warmest winter ever and there wasn’t a cloud in sight - at all. It was, however, one of the most beautiful countries I have ever been to.
There is a frame shaped like a little pewter window that overlooks the Eiffel tower, it’s definitely one of my favorites. For some suspicious reason, out of the many pictures taken on that trip to Paris, Kate chose a picture of herself standing alone. As I said, suspicious.
One of them displays the blue ocean with a cartoonish Golden Gate Bridge. It guards the memory of the morning we grabbed three sleepy boys and walked across the iconic bridge as the sun broke through the fog. That was an absolutely magical morning, and that silly little frame reminds me of it every time I ascend the staircase.
There is another photo on the wall from San Francisco that captures the moments proceeding Lex getting slapped in the face by an angry apartment manager. The picture was taken shortly after I took my refreshing glass of lemonade (compliments of the #Marriott) and splashed it in her face . I did have to smile, it was like a movie. Lex, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely thrilled. That’s a story for another day.
And then there are the many trips to New York City, they pretty much deserve their own wall. I was married there, I have taken my boys there, and I even have a picture of myself right before a cab driver ran over my foot! Does it get any better than that?
I’ll admit, the “travel wall” wasn’t initially met with high levels of enthusiasm; but now I get compliments nearly every time someone visits. This wall holds my memories, my heart, and my family. Yes, the frames may be silly, but they are priceless to me. Make a wall that celebrates your life! Be proud of all of it, even the messiness.
Do you have a “travel wall” or something like it? I’d love to hear about it in the comments section below. Remember, be the best you can and always aim higher. Thanks for the ongoing love and support. Have a great day! Let’s talk again tomorrow, I’ll bring the coffee. -R.