I don’t have a whole lot to say right now, which is funny considering I usually blabber like nobody’s business about my vacations. Yes, I am on vacation right now, and the place is beautiful, and I’m having a good time. But I can’t help but wish that I just had our usual five day jaunt to my second home ahead, instead of this ten day odyssey. It’s not like ten days is that long, especially given that my family routinely takes trips that are almost two weeks in length.
It’s just–and this is hard to explain–that I feel as though I should be at home right now. There isn’t much rhyme or reason for it, other than me wanting things to be the way they always are. Usually, we take our long trip in July, right in the middle of the summer when everyone wants to get the hell out of town. By the time August rolls around, we take a short little trip to the next state over and spend a few days relaxing and eating and playing around.
I tend to prefer it that way, because I like to spend the majority of the period before school starts lying around my house and relishing in my last few weeks of freedom. That’s not to say I’m having any less fun, but a small, selfish part of me, wants to be at home seeing my friends and prepping for school and packing, and taking care of last minute details. Instead, I have all of four days to take care of EVERYTHING before I go off to college again, and that’s going to stress me out like crazy. School gives me more than enough stress. I do not need stress BEFORE school starts.
Again, that’s not to say I’m not looking forward to school (This is a very contradictory message, isn’t it? Sorry!) I’ll be ready to go back to school when the time comes, for many reasons. But I’d really prefer to spend the time beforehand relaxing at home, instead of running around out of town. Oh well. There are worse things to endure than a prolonged vacation.