I've just been lazy.
I've watched a TON of Dexter lately, though, so I've been fairly productive. I mean, I've witnessed Dexter kill, like, at LEAST 20 people. So, stuff has been happening. Not necessarily in my own life, but in the lives of others around me. In the TV. Debra's had like, six different boyfriends. Busy times, I tell ya.
And it's getting real sad, real fast. Moving on.
So, tonight we returned from a lovely long weekend in Charlevoix. My vacations there have always gone by too quickly, for as long as I've been going there, and they seem to go by faster and faster the older I get. I also have less vacation time than I used to, so that's part of it. Isn't it crazy how you get about 5 months of vacation in college, and you're still like "ahhhhhhh my life SUCKS because I have so much homework!!" And now, when I see people of facebook complain about their college schedules I block them. Just kidding. I don't block them; I just think to myself about how they have no idea what "no free time" means.
(And yes, I'm fully aware that I'll re-read this in 5 years when I'm raising children and be like, "Hahahaha WHAT. What dumb things that girl said.")
Anyway, I was a total bum on vacation. I regress to infancy when I'm in Charlevoix, in that I lose the ability to make my own food and I take regular naps. Nap on the couch, nap on the beach, nap on a raft laying in the middle of the lake. Doesn't matter - I can and will nap anywhere.
I allowed myself to get SO out of it that I honestly didn't even know what day today was when I sat down to write this. I knew it was somewhere between August 5 and 8, but that's as far as I got. And I was so out of it - mentally - that I literally googled "what day is it?" which led me to a website called "timeanddate.com." And then I finally figured it out.
Anyway, vacation was great, but as with all great things that end, I ended up being very reflective and melancholy afterward. Because I just miss being with everyone I love, all the time. That's all I want in life. Is that too much? I've heard that your wedding is the only time in your life - other than your funeral (which, like, uhhh too late?!) - where everyone you and your spouse love are together in the same place. But that's stupid, I say! I would like to have that, like, at LEAST twice a year. What do I need to do to make this a reality? Have a baby or something? I don't want to have to play the baby card* yet, but I will threaten it. (*using the phrase "baby card" = ultimate sign of sound reasoning).
So, I will conclude this by saying I'm sad and thankful and rested and reflective. Which, all things considered, is a decent place to be in for a Sunday night. And I'm listening to Bon Iver, which is helpful, because I can be like, "Look. Dude. I may be a little melancholy tonight, but I'm in WAY better shape than you."
