For 50 weeks it was just a good life. People, work, situations, locations, and food that I loved all around me. In a lot of ways it was like the year before with many of those same things in my life – just a different location. I dreaded the last week, after weeks of randomly bursting into tears I didn’t know how to prepare for the final week of LLV.
Then I heard Dave talking to Jeff about the week between when he left and when Jeff & I did. He said it was mainly a normal vacation week. I … didn’t like it and it put too much pressure on me to be normal. Then I gave it some thought -
It IS a week that we would likely have picked for a normal vacation week/end.
We are living out of suitcases.
We are doing extraordinary things to see people.
Neither of us remember what a vegetable looks like – MUCH less the last time we ate one.
I am focused on making sure there is one genuinely Jeff-centric thing a day.
We are getting silly and dedicated to strange things and ideas.
Jeff ate blueberry pie at breakfast today.
The idea that I might cook a meal is laughable.
I paid $15 for a picture in front of a green screen which then had Lego Batman filled in behind us.
I don’t know if it will work like this for the rest of the holiday weekend, but it turns out that Dave is right – we’re on vacation, celebrating in a place we love and when it is over – we’ll go home.