I’m going away on vacation. The first vacation in years. The first vacation as a married mom of two. The first vacation since I started writing as routine, writing as therapy, and writing as identity.
I will not be bringing my laptop.
I plan on bringing a notebook and a pen to jot down any ideas, depending on my ability to grasp a pen.
This is my first vacation since I’ve been wheelchair-bound when needing to walk more than five minutes.
I’m excited to go, although I’m nervous.
What if I fall in love with the desert? I’ve always loved the sea and I’ve always loved the mountains. This nowhereland that is Irvine is mediocre at best because it lacks the intense beauty of a place with vibrant ecosystems. If the desert calls to me as well, how will I ever be satisfied with a home in the suburbs?