It turns out that physical things don’t buy as much happiness as experiences. It’s experiencing things together that binds us. This makes sense to me. My kids want an Xbox. We’ll let them earn money to buy it themselves, but we’re not buying it ourselves. We don’t have room in our living room for any more crap, and anyway there’s too much useless screen time in our house as it is.
Besides, it may pacify them in the moment they’re actually using it, but if psychology is right, and I think it is, a few years from now they’ll get much more emotional satisfaction out of remembering the cool things we did together.
…with a bowling alley in the basement!
Or like walking 1.5 miles each way to visit a 2300-foot-long rail-to-trail bridge.
Or getting this close to a wind turbine…
…on the way to the wedding of Mom and Dad’s friends:
…who managed to do the impossible and have AMAZING food (Ecuadorian!) for a whole lot of people at quite possibly the coolest reception venue ever:
Oh yes, and don’t forget the thoroughbred horse racing we squeezed in between Mass and wedding on Sunday.
It was a pretty intense weekend. We filled just about every moment, because whenever we tried to settle down at the hotel, the littler boys turned on the “stir crazy” gene.
We have two more travel writing trips this summer. In the preparation stages I
almost always go through an introvert’s panic attack feeling of being overwhelmed by the desire to stay home and keep things simple hesitation. But I always take a deep breath and push through, knowing that the experience is worth the effort.