
I'm the parent of two toddlers, and my travel word for 2025 is "doable".
I know what you're thinking: "doable" is not the type of thing you see in glossy travel magazines. "Doable" doesn't book out five-star hotels. "Doable" is not a concept that drives highly-filtered Instagram Reels.
All things considered, "doable" is not a particularly sexy goal. If I were footloose and fancy-free, I might choose another, more exciting word to direct my travel for next year.
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But I am not footloose and fancy-free. My feet are firmly tied, and my fancies are very expensive, which is another way to say that I am a mother.
So my idea of a good time is dictated by a highly opinionated three-year-old (can speak, will tell you exactly what you've done wrong) and one-year-old (cannot speak, will still tell you exactly what you've done wrong).
I am a mother, and so the things I look for on a holiday are a little less "thriving nightlife" and a little more "will the sleeping arrangements ruin my night and life?"
I am a mother, and at this point in my life, "doable" feels like the best we can do.