I am not a good vacation taker. When I was a kid, my mother often lied about how long we would be gone just to get me into the car. I would spend the first day (at least) obsessed with the idea that our house was going to burn down while we were out learning how to card flax and make linen at yet another historical village. That never happened.
But, I still find it difficult to leave my sweet little house. I like sleeping in my own bed (I often say that I moved around a lot after graduation because I liked to experience new cities very slowly). So now, I lie to myself - meaning that 15 min. before I go anywhere, I’m usually running around doing random things (like vacuuming and paying bills) that could certainly wait. It’s too late for me to disguise the state of my house for Keith (who feeds my cats because he could handle it if Tracey dies while I’m gone - see? I’m doing it again).
Vacations are important. Everyone needs to get away, see new things and think in new ways for a little while. I’m doing this trip on the cheap - staying with my cousin outside of DC. It’s good seeing her, too, and it’s Cherry Blossom Festival time.
We’ll see if my brief vacation yields any moments of brilliance. Hopefully, the car won’t crash, the house won’t burn down, the cats won’t die and they’ll miss me at work (knocking wood with fingers crossed).