Obligatory Vacation Post
I took the red eye home from California yesterday.
Somewhere around Detroit I turned off the sitcoms I had going on the in-seat tv and lifted the window shade (it was dark, wouldn’t annoy my seatmate) and stared out at the sea of lights beneath me. Travelling at night is always a bit melancholy, and since this past sun soaked week had been such an escape from reality, it was hitting me harder than normal. The National were singing in my ear
It takes an ocean not to break
and I was arguing with myself about a good attitude. After all, I had a week to decompress. I should be relaxed.
As we started out descent into Boston and got through the cloud layer, I looked at the state laying itself out below me. I love Massachussetts. I love Boston. But it’s not full spring yet, and everything was a bit brown and dingy, spotted here and there with innumerable lakes and ponds. I could see the spread of the bays and the Atlantic beyond. The sun was just rising, and I looked down and just felt a bit lost. I’m sure, had I managed to sleep on the flight, I would have been greeting the sight with a happy heart.
But this is what I left behind.
Basically in nearly every way it was a perfect vacation. There was a heat wave, and that’s all anyone could talk about. 90s during the day, 50s at night. EVERYONE at every store we went to was so happy. “I think it’s easier to be happy in California,” my sister said. Probably. People seemed to love their jobs, from waiters to cashiers. I contrasted it unfavorably with the Cape where people are exhausted in the high season and depressed in the off.
How could I not be equally happy? I spent my mornings walking and smelling the jasmine and the citrus trees, and then I’d decamp to the pool and read and sun myself in fifteen minute increments (my winter treated New England skin was not ready for California sun). The afternoons were made for the lanai, sipping sodas with ice and lemon and reading more. At night we did things like have authentic mexican food, go on hill walks, eat out with Sarah’s friends. We went to the Apple store in Santa Barbara, where I could look at everything with a critical and knowing eye (I do enjoy looking at things with a critical and knowing eye!) and also to the botanical gardens where I could see redwoods for the first time, even if they weren’t as tall as their redwood forest cousins. Who could hold onto a bad mood?
So I watched the sunrise and told myself to be grateful and not to be so negative and that lasted for about as long as it took to get off the plane. I slept most of the day away yesterday, to my annoyance. I slept an hour when I got home, then I took the dog for a decent walk. Then I came home and sat on the deck, annoyed that I had to wear a sweatshirt to stay warm. Then I sat down to read my email and I fell asleep again. And then I woke up and ate dinner and fell asleep again. I woke up this morning a bit less logy and a bit more cheerful. The sun is shining, trees are flowering, and things are going to be ok.
Once I shake off the small bit of jet lag that’s settled on my shoulders, I’ll be back to game posts. I had thoughts while I was there about playing and writing about the iOS games that I had, but when it came right down to it I just didn’t have the drive. I was determined to use this vacation to relax, and that meant not doing things I didn’t feel like doing.