As I pack my bag and make my preparations, I can't help but think to myself about the fact that this is my first real vacation in years. Every other trip I've taken has either just been a long weekend camping [usually with the kids and/or dog] or the trip has been taken for some other reason [such as the trip to NC when my father was dying]. When I was a kid, family vacations were always taken to visit my father's family in North Carolina, with a brief stopover in the Smokey Mountains. We never really went anywhere else.
But now, I am. I'm getting on a plane all by myself and flying to someplace I've never been before. I'm taking that leap. I'm taking that chance.
It makes me feel free.
I feel like a prisoner, acclimated to life behind bars, suddenly released into a world full of choices. After all of this time, that's kind of a scary feeling.
2 days.
