I want to go on a vacation. Vinny and I have not been on one in 2 1/2 years, not since we went to Italy for our honeymoon. Actually, that is the only vacation we have ever been on together (not including the time V. picked me up from a cross-country bike trip at the very, very beginning of our relationship).
Our lives have been completely dedicated to school and the few weeks out of the past few years that we weren't...we were broke. No time, no money. This seems to have become the story of our lives. I have one word for this:
In my mind I am anti-planning a trip that we are going on soon. Anti-planning means that I don't know where we're going or what we'll do when we get there. But what it does mean is that I'm going to call my mom to ask her if she can watch the cats; I'm going to load up the car with all our camping gear and wolfie...and we're going to go. Somewhere. Anywhere.
My husband doesn't know about it and I'm going to surprise him. He reads this blog and will therefore receive ample warning before our departure to start packing his bags.
Life is short. And we need a break. We need some time away together. And I think it will be good for Anu, too. She's never been on an extended road trip.
I want to leave now. And if the flower shop wasn't still a mess--I would.
I need a break. I really, really do.