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Regrouping
May. 24th, 2011 09:16 amOkay. Six or so hours of sleep, a handful of ibuprofen, and 40 minutes of strength training and stretching later, and I feel slightly more sane, human, and able to face the world. Apologies for my miniature breakdown last night; I should know better than to try to plan and organize things while riding out the tail end of a migraine cluster after a crazy day at work.
I feel horrible complaining about my petty little first-world problems - boo hoo, poor me, I can't afford to go somewhere nice. I have no right griping about this; I just went to NYC to see a show, and for an overnight to Martha's Vineyard. But at the same time, greedy and selfish as it is, I'd really like a trip with my husband that lasts more than 24-36 hours, where we spend at least as much time *on* vacation as we do getting there. It doesn't have to be fancy, we don't need to eat off Wedgwood china or sleep on gossamer-coated feather beds, but I'd like something... well, nice, at least. And I find it pathologically ludicrous that, as a pair of dual-income, no-kids, advanced-degree professionals, we still can't swing that. There is something deeply wrong with this picture.
But I am a stubborn beast, and once I have sunk my teeth into a challenge I will not be the first one to back down. Clearly, Nantucket is not the recommended vacation destination for folks such as ourselves; fine, I don't want their stupid old island anyway. I bet it's sour, and full of old people with tinted hair and platinum teeth anyway. And Mystic, CT has an aquarium. With beluga whales. Also, apiaries, and alpacas, and places to stay with their own bathrooms.
So there.
I feel horrible complaining about my petty little first-world problems - boo hoo, poor me, I can't afford to go somewhere nice. I have no right griping about this; I just went to NYC to see a show, and for an overnight to Martha's Vineyard. But at the same time, greedy and selfish as it is, I'd really like a trip with my husband that lasts more than 24-36 hours, where we spend at least as much time *on* vacation as we do getting there. It doesn't have to be fancy, we don't need to eat off Wedgwood china or sleep on gossamer-coated feather beds, but I'd like something... well, nice, at least. And I find it pathologically ludicrous that, as a pair of dual-income, no-kids, advanced-degree professionals, we still can't swing that. There is something deeply wrong with this picture.
But I am a stubborn beast, and once I have sunk my teeth into a challenge I will not be the first one to back down. Clearly, Nantucket is not the recommended vacation destination for folks such as ourselves; fine, I don't want their stupid old island anyway. I bet it's sour, and full of old people with tinted hair and platinum teeth anyway. And Mystic, CT has an aquarium. With beluga whales. Also, apiaries, and alpacas, and places to stay with their own bathrooms.
So there.
