Kim and I took a 9-day vacation earlier this month. We had a great time -- plenty of sun, beautiful sights, and delicious food. It really was a pretty awesome trip. The only problem is that, just two weeks later, I already need another vacation.
This three-day holiday weekend should have helped. But, here I sit, just after 8PM on Monday evening, wondering if I'll be able to stay awake for another hour. I'm exhausted and in need of a re-charge. I have no idea why. It's not like I did anything strenuous this weekend, unless you count watching Jay play 5 soccer games as strenuous activity. Come to think of it, I do get kind of exhausted watching him play. My heart rate really gets going as I sit in my chair, critiquing the game, the officiating, and the substitution patterns, all while continuously checking the clock to see how much time is left in the game. Thank God there's not a videotape (or an audiotape) of me watching the game. It would not be pretty.
But, back to my need for a vacation. It started as soon as we got home. From the very first day back at work, a little voice inside my head kept telling me I needed a break. Soon enough, all I could think of was where we could go next. So, after being home for all of two days, I asked Kim to find somewhere for us to go over Christmas break. Ever since, the whole family has been poring through www.vrbo.com and www.homeaway.com, searching for that perfect Caribbean getaway. Unfortunately, despite all the man hours we've logged on those sites, we're still no closer to finding the perfect spot. That means I'm still sitting here, obsessing over the need to get away again, no closer to knowing where we're going to go.
For someone who never vacationed anywhere other than Lewis Run for the first 20 years of my life, I don't know where this fascination with vacations started. Speaking of Lewis Run, maybe I can convince the family that we should just go there. If I remember correctly, the last time we visited, we had an awesome fish fry, sang karaoke, and played Penny Pitch. Who could ask for anything more?
This is where the magic happens.
