I woke up this morning at 6:30. My mind screamed, “NO NO NO NO NO, you will NOT wake up at 6:30 on vacation. You just drove without any help pretty much non-stop for 12 hours in a car yesterday and you deserve to sleep a little more.” So, that’s what I did. Somehow I eased my brain into another slumber and slept blissfully until 10am.
Ahhhh. Much better. So, now I lie here in my little retreat deciding what I should do next. “Your little retreat,” you ask? Let me tell you a bit about my little retreat. It’s funny, but it’s been here all along.
Every summer since The Kid was a baby, my parents, The Kid and I would drive down south to visit my brothers. Then a few years ago, the parents retired down here. So, now just The Kid and I come down. We leave DH at home because we typically like to stay longer than a week. Besides, he’d be bored.
Usually we fly. This time we drove. Don’t ask because I’m not really sure. Just so you know, that may be the last time I drive down. Although The Kid will have her license by next summer so I may have a helper. But with the way that’s going, I think I’d rather swim down the Atlantic with the sharks than let her take my life in her hands. But that’s a story for later so stay tuned.
When we got here last night, I extracted myself from the vehicle. It took me a while to loosen up. My knee was throbbing. My head was spinning. And I was one stiff wind short of falling over. Then my dear mother said to me, “how would you like to sleep in the RV for the week? You know, have your own little space to escape to to write, do whatever you want?”
The RV is pretty cool. The parents use it to travel around the country. It has slide-outs to make it larger, a full bathroom, a kitchen, 2 flat screen televisions, a bedroom, a dining room, a couch, running water, air conditioning and heat if needed. When not in use, they keep it in the yard all hooked up. They have been doing this for years.
Mom and dad live in an adorable 2 bedroom Cape style house when they aren’t road tripping it. When we are visiting, they give up their master for me, The Kid gets the spare room and THEY go out to the RV. That’s the way it has always been. Always.
I was hesitant at first. I don’t know why. And then I remembered my good friend Rachel and her recent visit to a retreat. Her retreat was in Sedona and she went there to write her book. I was crazy mad with envy. I wanted a retreat too. And now, I have it. It’s been here under my nose all this time. This may not be Sedona but with a printout of some mountains, a little scotch tape and a fan to blow “mountain” air through my hair, I can change all that in a flash.
I woke up this morning to peace and quiet. No one was around to bother me. I love my family. I love DH and The Kid, my parents and my niece and nephew. But let’s face it, we all could use a break from time to time. You know, from the hubbub of everyday life. From working, cooking, grocery shopping, laundry, the taxi service, cleaning.
So here I am, writing my blog. Enjoying the mountain view (mostly in my head because I decided printing out some mountains was just not on my weekly bucket list). I’m taking an online writer’s course. I am also writing a book, for those of you who are unaware. A lot of it is in my brain, some is on paper. But by the end of my stay here, I’m hoping to have a little more on paper and less in my brain.
Now that I’m up and have showered in my own private bath on my retreat, I have to go. I have lots to do here. Sedona….err, the RV is calling.Mo