I need a holiday. Who doesn’t think about that thought right now? Who isn’t bogged down with stress and anxiety and all the tumult of life?
Like Bilbo Baggins says in Chapter One in The Fellowship of the Ring:
I feel I need a holiday, a very long holiday, as I have told you before…. Why, I feel thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.– The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien
I have wondered for some time of how to make this blog more cohesive, to give it some purpose other than to share my general thoughts and opinions. Because, haven’t we had enough of that? Why go looking for more?
Exhaustion. We all are feeling it right now. We have always felt it, since the fall into sin at the very beginning of the world.
I want to create a place where you, the reader, might find something entertaining and curious. A place where I, as a continually growing Christian woman might be able to share things that excite me and make me want to tell someone about it.
To share a passion. I mentioned this somewhere before in a previous post that as a writer I want to share a passion. As it stands right now, however, I am tired and have not found any worldly passions to share—
Other than tiny houses and The Lord of the Rings books—
Wouldn’t you know it, there are such things as Hobbit Home Bed and Breakfasts?
While Bilbo needed an escape from his home and to travel far to another, I have felt the need to travel far from my home and give myself space to recover. And this sounds like a holiday!
Work has gone on long and hard. When the government made restrictions and put me out of work, I found another—but only just in time for my previous work to offer another position to compensate.
For a time I was working two jobs, then my first position opened up again and I was working three jobs. Finally, the government released some restrictions and now I am back to working two jobs again.
But I feel I need a holiday. From something to nothings to multiple things to juggle, I have looked at my earnings, the turn into Spring, and listened to friends who want to travel, and more than a little help from reading this post by The Travel Women; I decided one day, sitting down for my last workday before returning back to two jobs, that I would like to travel the States and visit these Hobbit BnBs.
A trip that would start in New England, work it’s way down into the heart of the US, and then take a train ride from California to Washington, because, as Tolkien wrote in The Fellowship of the Ring:
The fireworks were by Gandalf…. The lights went out. A great smoke went up…. Out flew a red-golden dragon—not life-size, but terribly life-like…. The dragon passed like an express train, turned a somersault, and burst over Bywater with a deafening explosion.– Chapter One, Book One: A Long Expected Party
Perhaps there were no trains in Middle Earth, but a college professor mentioned it years ago and then I finally read the words myself. Images of a fantasy train have traveled in my mind on more than one occasion.
I might even want to write a book about that.
And what a trip this could be! That is, if I had a treasure of my own.
The trip would probably last a week; a single night at each of the BnBs listed on the webpage would be about $1500. I’ve tinkered with the idea of getting a Rail Pass and ride the whole scope of the trip, which would roughly bring the total to $2400 (what a hefty sum though), and that perhaps cutting back on which BnBs to visit, or trying to find others that The Travel Women do not mention.
Despite the costliness of the current plan, it still is a thought, a trip that might be worth taking. Not only for the Tolkien fan—but what a tour of the US!
It’s a quest! It’s something to distract myself from the worries and stress that otherwise surround me on and off work. Even if not this particular map I have made for myself, perhaps another.
What quests have you set up for yourself? Dreams coming true? Impossible ones on the verge of possible?