This is not a post about travel. It is a post about a lack thereof.
In my last-Thursday post, I discussed my desperate need to get away for a few days. Well, I’m sad to report that this just didn’t happen. Why? Blame it on a backup of work, unforeseen circumstances, and that responsibility that comes with having a husband and a home, but it just wasn’t in the cards for President’s weekend.
I had big plans. I wanted to finally get to the Met, as I’ve never been (and I wanted to conquer my dislike of NYC). I wanted to visit a friend who lives not-even-that-far-away whilst doing generally touristy things in Philly. I wanted to experimentally educationally travel, so I’d have some content for my new educational travel blog. But that’s all going to have to wait for another day.
What did I do, then? I took a break from working on my various projects and took myself out for lunch. I cleaned my entire house, had a slumber party, and worked on my book proposal. I visited my grandparents, went to a home show, and hung out with my mom. I made a nice dinner for my husband, did two loads of laundry, and finalized plans for my next trip. All in all, not a bad four day weekend.
However, I did encourage readers to post mean comments if I didn’t get out of town. So–have at it!