The other evening husband and I were in bed with the window up, top of the house, t and could hear the conversation of our oldest and his friends that are early 20's chatting about their summer plans, and all they are looking forward to.
I felt such a brief intense longing to be back at that age.
The fun, the opportunity, the selfishness, the shallowness, the singularity of purpose AKA to have the best life experiences via education, work and travel.
I did.
So did my husband.
Loads of fantastic travel, expatriate lifestyle, great work opportunities, wonderful friends we made, the lot.
Infact our children are in awe of how much we got to experience.
Fleetingly I felt a longing but it passed quickly.
I generally don't feel like that as we got to do so much but perhaps the past year has had an effect.
Life got very small very quickly when we had children after so many years of such freedom to indulge ourselves.
But I never regretted our decisions really.
I hope my children's generation get to enjoy travel too, it is so different to travelling as you are older.
There is nothing quite as fun as roughing it inter railing across Europe and Asia with only a backpack.