re: #372 Backwoods_Sleuth

My first husband (RIP) horrified his family by moving 20 miles away from the village where they lived for three generations.
He had his first plane trip (it was to England!) when he was 52 years old. It was on British Airways and I alerted them ahead of time that it was his first flight EVER, and the flight crew hovered over him the entire trip, even though we were seated back in steerage. The pilot even came back to give spouse his “wings” pin.
It was so cute.

My parents moved to NJ right after college - my mom is originally from WI and my dad was an Air Force brat - so I suspect my lack of needing to live close to my parents is something I picked up by example.

The love of travel comes from being with the husband, although I’d done some on my own (Norway and Scotland come to mind).