I have not taken a two week vacation in at least 15 years. It was FABULOUS! The thing about the two weeks is that the first week you still think about work and check your emails, the second week you so don't care! You stop grinding your teeth and your shoulders relax. Your hips realign because you are not driving as much as you used to. I am telling you there is a huge difference between the four day steal that I have done for the last 15 years and the two week vacation.
And then, when I thought I got back into the groove of work, my daughter calls crying from Switzerland. The tears were clear in the voice, even with the lag of wi fi conversation. And I miss her as much as she misses a great plan for mass transit. She is dreadfully upset with the Euro Rail options for an on the move back packer.
Rick Steves be darned, she is a college grad with a non-plan plan. And Europe is supposed to be aware of her intentions. Well, not that bad really, but she is very displeased with the limitations of non reserved second class seats. Though after looking at her pass, she has logged at least 20 rides maybe 30 from one place to another, including Croatia and Hungary as well as France, England and Ireland. All in all, I think she has gotten her value from the pass and she has gotten value from the experience. How wonderful she has the opportunity.
So, I miss her when she calls and I want her to be having a great time and enjoying the diversity. For soon, she will return to Tallahassee, which by comparison, will feel small and not so much like Notre Dame. But it will feel like home.
Home because her dog is here. Her kitty is here. Her horses are here. And somewhere way down the list are her parents and family members. And we will embrace her return and wait for the next opportunity to celebrate her announcement. I for one, am not in any hurry.
But back to my reintegration into the work place... I have worked now for three full days and I was so tired on Friday! I went to bed at nine p.m. and slept until five thirty a.m. I got up Saturday morning feeling groggy and hit by a truck. The fact that my ribs had not healed from the fall in Bordeaux reminded me not to move quickly.
I have to say it felt good to be in my own bed. And so nice to have my own bathroom back with my things in it and my own towels. And even nicer to discover that my husband had vacuumed the floor and cleaned the sinks! lovely homecoming.
I am already plotting my next escape. I hope before the return to France in 2014 for the World Equestrian Games. I would love to see Australia or New Zealand or even more of California. Pennies in a sack, every day, I drop my pennies in a sack....
Glad to be home, so glad to have a home to come home to!
And then, when I thought I got back into the groove of work, my daughter calls crying from Switzerland. The tears were clear in the voice, even with the lag of wi fi conversation. And I miss her as much as she misses a great plan for mass transit. She is dreadfully upset with the Euro Rail options for an on the move back packer.
Rick Steves be darned, she is a college grad with a non-plan plan. And Europe is supposed to be aware of her intentions. Well, not that bad really, but she is very displeased with the limitations of non reserved second class seats. Though after looking at her pass, she has logged at least 20 rides maybe 30 from one place to another, including Croatia and Hungary as well as France, England and Ireland. All in all, I think she has gotten her value from the pass and she has gotten value from the experience. How wonderful she has the opportunity.
So, I miss her when she calls and I want her to be having a great time and enjoying the diversity. For soon, she will return to Tallahassee, which by comparison, will feel small and not so much like Notre Dame. But it will feel like home.
Home because her dog is here. Her kitty is here. Her horses are here. And somewhere way down the list are her parents and family members. And we will embrace her return and wait for the next opportunity to celebrate her announcement. I for one, am not in any hurry.
But back to my reintegration into the work place... I have worked now for three full days and I was so tired on Friday! I went to bed at nine p.m. and slept until five thirty a.m. I got up Saturday morning feeling groggy and hit by a truck. The fact that my ribs had not healed from the fall in Bordeaux reminded me not to move quickly.
I have to say it felt good to be in my own bed. And so nice to have my own bathroom back with my things in it and my own towels. And even nicer to discover that my husband had vacuumed the floor and cleaned the sinks! lovely homecoming.
I am already plotting my next escape. I hope before the return to France in 2014 for the World Equestrian Games. I would love to see Australia or New Zealand or even more of California. Pennies in a sack, every day, I drop my pennies in a sack....
Glad to be home, so glad to have a home to come home to!
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