Recently, we went on vacation. It was a week of visiting Cate’s family in Pennsylvania (who I hadn’t met) and her dad in Baltimore. It was the first vacation we’d taken since our honeymoon.
Generally speaking, Cate and I are pretty responsible and we hadn’t taken a vacation because we’d been busy saving for one thing or another. In fact, we still are as the hope is that a new house will be forthcoming in the next year or so. Additionally, I tend toward hermitishness. I like my routines and I like hiding in the house.
But let me tell you something, I’d forgotten how much I like a good vacation. Having not had a good vacation since our first child was born, I hadn’t realized how nice it is to divorce yourself from the normal responsibilities. No house to pick up. No grocery shopping. Lax bedtimes. It was delightful change of pace. And, there were a bunch of lovely new experiences. We toured the Martin Guitar Factory. We took Simone to the Crayola “Factory.” And we spent time by the Sea. God, I love the sea. I think Tolkien knew what he was doing when he described the elves sea-longing. We spent an evening on the Chesapeake Bay at a little café I found through the miracle of modern technology. There was a lawn and several docks, one of which had an osprey nest at the end of it. There wasn’t quite water all the way to the horizon, but it was close. Every time I’m at the sea, I find it almost impossible to leave.
Anyway, it was an excellent time and it helped me reset from a long school year. I’m back now to my normal routines. Writing (6200 words and counting), playing guitar, working out. Some of these are routines that haven’t been a regular part of my life in ages, and I feel like myself more than I have in a long time. I think a lot of it is because I had the chance to not be responsible for a week. We may have to make a habit of this.