Vacation
When one thinks of vacation, one usually envisions escaping to the tropical island. Not escaping from the tropical island. But, as it is an island, you can't help but feel trapped. Any jaunt back to the mainland, regardless of where the plane touches down is a vacation. A change. Any change. Even when it meant shoveling snow or being trapped indoors. At least it has a climate. An actual season.
Four months ago I escaped to the cold of the Midwest...Chicago, Milwaukee and the middle of nowhere Central Wisconsin. Thursday begins a week in Florida. The original plan was Seattle, just for the hell of it. Just to get away. But a phone call from a parent prompted a change of plans...visiting Ross' friends and family in Florida instead. And going to the theme parks in Orlando for the first time in my life. Don't think I could ever do Disney. Dont' really desire to. But Universal will be fun.
A 13 hour day of work today. Probably another 13 tomorrow. And a few put in Wednesday morning before we catch the flight that night. A few hours in LA at the ass crack of dawn. Another flight. An hour drive. A bed. Hmmm....sleep.
A vacation.
I've been working straight weekends since January, with the odd day off here or there. But no real down time. One day driving around the island in February. Two days in March for doctors appointments. One Saturday off to buy groceries and do laundry...
There may have been a few more, but its all a blur. It certainly doesn't feel like I've had a break.
The lack of work in June and July will be a breath of fresh air. As will the balmy Florida breeze...
Four months ago I escaped to the cold of the Midwest...Chicago, Milwaukee and the middle of nowhere Central Wisconsin. Thursday begins a week in Florida. The original plan was Seattle, just for the hell of it. Just to get away. But a phone call from a parent prompted a change of plans...visiting Ross' friends and family in Florida instead. And going to the theme parks in Orlando for the first time in my life. Don't think I could ever do Disney. Dont' really desire to. But Universal will be fun.
A 13 hour day of work today. Probably another 13 tomorrow. And a few put in Wednesday morning before we catch the flight that night. A few hours in LA at the ass crack of dawn. Another flight. An hour drive. A bed. Hmmm....sleep.
A vacation.
I've been working straight weekends since January, with the odd day off here or there. But no real down time. One day driving around the island in February. Two days in March for doctors appointments. One Saturday off to buy groceries and do laundry...
There may have been a few more, but its all a blur. It certainly doesn't feel like I've had a break.
The lack of work in June and July will be a breath of fresh air. As will the balmy Florida breeze...
posted by Unknown at
1:38 PM
2 Comments:
Oh make sure you spend some time on your vacation just lying on the beach or listening to the spring rain. My vacation was 4 weeks of straight travel and playing tourist.
Also, I hope you give Brent a call. Even if you're nowhere close to him it's the obligatory "I'm in YOUR STATE. Hey, We're in the SAME STATE!" call. If you need his phone number I'll email it you.
Kind of like going on "spring break" to a rainy, grey city and wandering around museums and theatres all week? :)
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