The problem with vacation is, after a week’s absence, you feel like you have been gone a month, and after a day back home, you feel like you never left. Vacation is all new and spontaneous (at least, this one was), while the same old rut awaits when you return.
Anticipating some downtime, I took two bags of knitting, a bag of books, two kinds of playing cards, a DVD, and my laptop. While I did some knitting and used the computer, everything else went untouched. I guess that means it was a successful vacation.
The first night away from home, I get terribly homesick. This vacation was no exception. I also experienced two sleepless nights filled with vague anxiety; I had brought my problems with me. By the third night, however, I began to sleep better (perhaps out of sheer exhaustion).
After about five days away from home, my thoughts begin to turn to returning. I can’t think of a time in my adult life when I took a two-week vacation. Never went far enough, I guess. As it is, my internal clock says “Time to go home” after about a week.
I always schedule at least one day of rest before going back to work. Because Nate wanted to drive straight through, I have two days. Tomorrow is my first day back in the office, and I DON’T WANT TO GO. I am so ready for retirement. Except financially. *sigh*
