The End

Vacation ends today.

The older I get, the more vacation seems like an escape. I never wanted a life that I needed to escape from via a vacation. I always thought that sounded horrible . . . slaving away for days and months for the privilege of a week or two weeks on a beach somewhere.

It's not like I slave away in my real life, and I do like my job. But this week off has not been anything close to real life . . . I've pretty much forgotten about work or any other responsibilities, I've stayed up irresponsibly late, eaten too much, endlessly played games, and spent time with people I only see once a year. And after a few days back at work, I'm off for another three-day weekend.

Come January 2, however, it all comes back with a vengeance. And no breaks for months. So maybe I should just stop thinking about it.