Vacation was great. It was an ambitious vacation with a conference, two hotels, and three theme parks. We decided to come home early and have a long three day weekend to give us a chance to unwind.
Normally when I come home from a vacation I start getting depressed on the way back about what a drag it is going to be to come home and get back to normal life. Somewhere along I-5 central California I made an unconscious decision to stay on vacation. I continued to enjoy my trashy romance novel (I save absurd reading for vacations, no Chaucer for me), sitting next to my husband and chatting, and peeping back at the adorable three year old, who just chucked a fry box at us.
Normally, I would storm in the front door steeped in a foul mood from being upset that the fun was officially over. I would throw open the suitcases and start the first load of laundry, because if the fun was over might as well get something done. For once, I did not do that. Vacation was so good that my eyes were blurry, and I didn’t even recognize my own house, it somehow looked completely different. We eased into the house and in the hallway I threw my arms up in the air and said “Oh this is great, we are home”. My son who was trapped in a car seat for 7 hours we let play with his Legos. In the meantime my husband and I opened a bottle of wine, and lit some candles. It was strange because this is so unlike us, but we really stopped and enjoyed the moment. After we put our son to bed we had some more wine and took a nice hot shower.
So for me the measure of a fabulous vacation is one where you have a great time while you are out there, but you have a great time coming home.
Pictures and more stories to come.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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Yay! what a great attitude to have. I think it makes it so much easier to come back from vacation if you have a day or two before you have to go back to work.
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