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Tonight is the last night of my vacation.
I leave California tomorrow morning,
and for some reason I can't sleep.
But I don't think I can ever really sleep the night before I'm travelling.
Just so I don't forget though -
These are the highlights of my trip:
- that delicious gourmet peanutbutter chocolate pie we had for dessert the first night, not to mention 2 nights of chocolate covered fruit,
what good is vacation if not to indulge, huh?
- being able to sit in a hottub every night for the past 9 days.
i have decided that I need a hottub in my home when i grow up.
- reading The Tao of Pooh to carly every night before bed
- um, Disneyland, my goodness. lines were short, we went on every ride, weather was perfect
- got to spend time with chelsea's dad and gidget, whom i adore and love.
- going hiking and seeing the snowy side of california
- seeing the crazies at venice beach
- finally getting my (first) sunburn of the year
- seeing my cousins, whom i haven't seen in, oh, 3 years, turns out they haven't changed and i still love them
ok, i know this is one of those girly entries that is filled with fluff and memories and pretty things, but i have to tell you the truth.
i usually hate vacations. flying scares me. i get so anxious and my heart beats fast and i can't breathe. I don't like being away from home, i'm always scared something's going to happen. I miss my friends, i even miss my family. don't get me wrong, i love the traveling part of it, the whole seeing a new culture and exploring different parts of the world, whether it's a new state, town, country, or whatever, but i don't know. maybe if i had the right travel companion.
buut, this vacation, although it came with the usual anxiety, was absolutely luxurious. every day i felt pampered and exquisite. it actually felt like a vacation, a break from school, a good time. i feel like every situation you're in, everything you do - i feel like it's supposed to teach you something. i'm wondering if this vacation taught me how to spoil myself. (not that i needed any help learning that) but i'm serious. i think it is really important to take care of yourself. ok, now i'm rambling, but it's late so i'll excuse myself for that one.
i just wish you were here because you always listen so well to my rambles and somehow they don't seem so rambley when you're there. i love how you make me laugh, especially at myself and especially when i talk incessantly and won't (or can't) shutup. that happens when i'm anxious, if you didn't notice.. or nervous. but those words are sort of synonymous.
anyway. this vacation was good, but i missed you i think.
maybe that's the part i dislike about vacations-
wondering if the people you ended up thinking about and missing are thinking about and missing you too.
it's so weird to miss people you didn't expect to miss.
but deep down, i think i might have suspected that was going to happen.
I leave California tomorrow morning,
and for some reason I can't sleep.
But I don't think I can ever really sleep the night before I'm travelling.
Just so I don't forget though -
These are the highlights of my trip:
- that delicious gourmet peanutbutter chocolate pie we had for dessert the first night, not to mention 2 nights of chocolate covered fruit,
what good is vacation if not to indulge, huh?
- being able to sit in a hottub every night for the past 9 days.
i have decided that I need a hottub in my home when i grow up.
- reading The Tao of Pooh to carly every night before bed
- um, Disneyland, my goodness. lines were short, we went on every ride, weather was perfect
- got to spend time with chelsea's dad and gidget, whom i adore and love.
- going hiking and seeing the snowy side of california
- seeing the crazies at venice beach
- finally getting my (first) sunburn of the year
- seeing my cousins, whom i haven't seen in, oh, 3 years, turns out they haven't changed and i still love them
ok, i know this is one of those girly entries that is filled with fluff and memories and pretty things, but i have to tell you the truth.
i usually hate vacations. flying scares me. i get so anxious and my heart beats fast and i can't breathe. I don't like being away from home, i'm always scared something's going to happen. I miss my friends, i even miss my family. don't get me wrong, i love the traveling part of it, the whole seeing a new culture and exploring different parts of the world, whether it's a new state, town, country, or whatever, but i don't know. maybe if i had the right travel companion.
buut, this vacation, although it came with the usual anxiety, was absolutely luxurious. every day i felt pampered and exquisite. it actually felt like a vacation, a break from school, a good time. i feel like every situation you're in, everything you do - i feel like it's supposed to teach you something. i'm wondering if this vacation taught me how to spoil myself. (not that i needed any help learning that) but i'm serious. i think it is really important to take care of yourself. ok, now i'm rambling, but it's late so i'll excuse myself for that one.
i just wish you were here because you always listen so well to my rambles and somehow they don't seem so rambley when you're there. i love how you make me laugh, especially at myself and especially when i talk incessantly and won't (or can't) shutup. that happens when i'm anxious, if you didn't notice.. or nervous. but those words are sort of synonymous.
anyway. this vacation was good, but i missed you i think.
maybe that's the part i dislike about vacations-
wondering if the people you ended up thinking about and missing are thinking about and missing you too.
it's so weird to miss people you didn't expect to miss.
but deep down, i think i might have suspected that was going to happen.