I always loved getting away, staying somewhere other than my house. It is not just the traveling, it was often escaping our clutter mess. The kids have had most of the week off of school and we tossed around ideas of where to go. I mentioned skiing, but dropped the ball with planning because it was going to be so cold and it was looking to be pricey by the time we factored lessons and accommodations. While at yoga Amine made plans and the next day we decided to head up to Wells, Maine, our go to spot for winter weekend trips. Amine and the kids love the pool, we all love a great cup of chowder and it is pretty reasonable. I dragged my feet a bit and wasn't as excited as usual. The suite feels smaller, the bed is hard, the decorations tacky and our favorite chowder place is closed for the season. Aya woke up at 4:00 a.m. And didn't want to go back to sleep which didn't help matters. At 5:00 a.m. I began composing this post in my head which didn't help either. I missed my bed, I missed my house. I feel better today seeing the kids in the pool, doing my ritual shopping at Remy's and a decent seafood dinner in my belly, but I finally get the idea of home. Having home be a place you actually prefer over others, perspective.
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