By Natalie S
4 Jun 2008
Why is getting away so hard for me to do? Not having ever been able to travel internationally or even cross-country, Vermont has always been a favorite place of mine to visit since I was a child. My grandfather lived there and graduated from college there. We would go when I was young. Later when I met my husband, we would ski every year there. Now my mom has a weekend home there. I can go anytime but hardly ever do. It's not that I don't like it, I love it. But there's always something that has to get done around my house and I never have enough time. The weekend comes and my list grows ever longer. So, why on earth did I choose Memorial Day weekend 2008, with gas prices at an all-time high and me on a tighter than tight budget, to pack up my children and car and hit the road?
Sometimes you just have to force yourself to take a break. We only went for one night. My brother was passing through on his way to New Hampshire to visit with our dad. My mom's place is a halfway point for him. I found out he was going to be there and I don't get to see him much. With no planning, I just decided to do it. I hit the road and felt all the stress dissolve as I passed through green hills and wide open spaces.
We got there before dinner. My brother had a glass of wine waiting for me. My mother brought out Vermont cheddar cheese, crackers, and apple. We talked, ate, drank and watched the sunset off the deck. I read a book, I played Yahtzee with my kids, we went hiking, we had Vermont ice cream and I silently wondered why the heck I find it so hard to just get away.
I didn't need to get on airplane or a cruise ship or find tropical paradise. I took (24) hours and reconnected with my children, my brother, my mother and stepfather, breathed fresher air, felt my body relax and found peace of mind.