only half kidding
If you haven’t heard of it: it’s the tornado that runs through our planets 4 times a year, forcing us to test our patience and trust that all the mayhem is for the better.
It’s easy to see why city breaks are so popular with couples, families and groups of friends; no matter what the time of year, a city can provide so much for its visitors that an ordinary beach break can’t. From the oodles of culture to the masses of sights to tick off your itinerary list, a city break can be exactly what you want it to be.
No oppressive boss, nagging vacation rules or arid cage, that some like to refer to as a cubicle, to clock into. No particular need to shower, change out of your sweatpants, or trudge through another stale commute. Just road-trippin’ and passport stamping, with a lap-top in tote.
Freedom to work, play, and for God’s sake, dress as you please. Freedom to wear PJs ‘til noon and take a mid-day beach, museum or 3-hour café break.
The free life has serious mass appeal. Because that’s all we really crave, right? Unleashed living and adult immunity?
Well, not really…
‘ the redwoods will look at you with a
look of always’ – Henry Miller
I just got back from three days in big sur (post to come) and my friend and I spent a lot of time discussing how new space can create new habits, how trips can be so refreshing and inspiring. What if we always focused on leaving a habit behind when going on vacation?
Part of me wishes I could say Kayla and I have been off roaming South Africa or Alaska, but that’s not the case. We’ve been taking on all life has to offer, trying to squeeze the good out of the not so good. It’s always something, you know? Health, jobs, money, relationship issues… Waiting for all of those things to be perfect could result in a serious waste of time. With that said, it’s not about just accepting “life is tough” it’s about the way we’re LIVING and what’s holding our sense of importance.
I regularly visit my home town to enjoy it’s many splendors and remind myself of how relaxing life can be. Sipping home-made sweet tea as I sit on the dock with my feet dangling in the salty water, I wonder if it’s possible for an outsider to enjoy this way of life. As the afternoon thunderstorms roll in over the inter-coastal waterways I ponder if the humidity and mosquitoes are just a barrier to keep the tourists from deciding to move in.
When this word crosses your informative lips, others respond with excitement, or curiosity. What the true response entails: stress, sweat and struggle. I, recently, picked up my entire life–born, raised and rooted in Nebraska for the last amazing 24 years—and re-settled it in Southern California. The façade of moving some where “exotic” in my mind, quickly faded as the planning process began to take place.