| I want a vacation. |
[May. 16th, 2012|04:54 pm] |
Back in the old days, before mortgages and children, before steady jobs and health insurance, back in the dark ages of ealry 20 somethingness I would take off for months. I would sell everything that was absolutely necessary and buy a one way ticket Cairo then travel back through Isreal, Greece, Italy with the goal of being in England in time for the Flying Disc tournament. Or a VW camper and drive across North America. Weeks, months submerged in the next camp ground or ruin or sacred space. Living for sun rises and scraping by on sandwiches and spagheti.
I'd love to take a couple of weeks off and go to the mountains or down to the coast. Camping in a tent and sleeping on the ground aren't as easy as they were back then. Texas in the summer is too bloody hot anyway. It's a LONG drive to anywhere cool and pretty.
I should save my money, perhaps I'll get a chance at a week in Ireland in October.
OK, I know, first world problems. |
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