A Year in Cities, 2014

Last year's post detailed my emergency same-day passport renewal in order to make a holiday trip to Kenya. In the end it all worked out. This year saw another passport emergency, and it didn't work out. Such are the vagaries of travel(ers). Thelma and I were to go to a friend's wedding in Spain--Menorca by way of Barcelona--but the night before departing Thelma realized her passport wasn't in its usual place. We were in the process of moving, so while both our apartment and a storage unit were scoured, the passport was gone, and our Sunday flight meant even the Atlanta Passport agency wouldn't be able to help. We cancelled the trip and mourned the loss of our only chance to go abroad this year. Then we drove to Savannah and eloped.

In a coffeehouse, natch,

In a coffeehouse, natch,

So, the list. As always, smaller places are excluded save for those in which I spent a longer amount of time. Bold type indicates a new-to-me place.

  • Washington, D.C. (I live here now!)
  • Atlanta, Georgia (I used to live here and still visit often because my wife lives there!)
  • Savannah, Georgia (the Menorca of the American Southeast!)
  • Colorado Springs, Colorado (friends!)
  • Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (friends!)
  • Santa Fe, New Mexico (a wedding, i.e. friends!)
  • Daytona Beach, Florida (family!)
  • Mobile, Alabama (family!)
  • Greenville / Simpsonville, South Carolina (family!)
  • Charlotte, North Carolina (family!)

Despite what I see once again as meager list, I'm sure I've taken more flights this year than any other. This is thanks to moving house. A month after getting married, you see, I left my wife in Atlanta and moved to DC for a new job: I'm now the creative projects director at George Mason University's Mercatus Center.

n.b. Every couple should start marriage by dividing up their earthly goods, physically separating, and seeing each other one weekend a month.

The voucher for the cancelled ticket to Spain does offer the promise of a well-traveled 2015.  Friends beckon from faraway places, and thanks to cheap gas, that voucher will stretch much further than Spain. The choices are tantalizing: South Africa? Turkey? England? Thailand? Iceland? Hollywoodland? Neither Thelma nor I have ever been to South America.

The choices reveal a hard truth: a decision to go one place is a decision against any other. And as least year proved, where you don't go can matter a lot.