Damn, it’s been a while.
I wasn’t planning on being offline as much as I was. Granted, I was planning on not being online at all during my vacation–such is the life when you choose not to have social media on your phone and you don’t take your laptop with you. That, I did plan. But I also planned to write posts and schedule them for last week, so while I was out
trying to kill my boyfriend climbing mountains, as he likes to say hiking, my blog didn’t appear to just have up and died.
Yet your girl got sick four days before vacation and is still getting over whatever her body is fighting, so that turned a planned week long hiatus into almost two weeks of no social media and hardly any blogging. I spent two hours alone today catching up on emails (and I’m still not done) and another two on social media.
And I haven’t even started reading through almost two weeks worth of blogs by all you wonderful people.
But first, I wanted to go ahead and write today’s post. It’s a mini vacation recap, but it serves more as a post to talk about what I really realized about myself from this vacation.
Last week, my boyfriend was gracious enough to agree to drive halfway across the country so I could introduce him to my Mom’s side of the family and show him a place that is so special to my heart: North Carolina. It was the first time I’d been able to get out there since my last family vacation in 2105, so it’d been a hot minute. I’d missed it a lot and being there again was incredible, but it was also very different, not being there as a kid, but instead, as an adult; as the one who planned the trip and caused it to happen, calling some of the shots instead of just doing whatever was planned for that day (which never bothered me, either). Yet it was also really lovely, getting to share a place so special to me with my boyfriend, who means everything to me.
We had a pretty awesome time:
Yet it also made me realize something; something that I’ve always known, yet at the same time, I didn’t realize how intense it was until this trip. Two things, actually:
- I really, really need a dog.
- I have to move where the mountains are. Or at least a forest.
Between traveling to Colorado for a wedding and vacationing here, their was an amount of happiness and peace I felt at both places that is indescribable and incomparable to my every day life here. Sure, it could be chalked up to getting to go on vacation and getting off of work, but I think it’s more than that. I’ve always been in love with trees and I’m one of the happiest when I’m hiking. Both trips, some of my favorite moments were simply sitting and listening to the wind blow through the trees, staring at the leaves or listening to the birds sing, no sound of civilization interrupting.
The dog part, on the other hand, is a no-brainer. Everyone knows how much I love dogs (which my family made fun of me for, as, during a hike, I saw a golden, started to wave at her, she got excited, which then meant I got to go and pet her, because we immediately became best friends in that moment). But it’d been years–the same amount of time since going back to NC, actually–since I’d stayed somewhere where there was a dog consistently around. Playing with my Grandma’s dog Jasper just got me 10 times more excited for us to get Dovah (short for Dovakiin) next summer.
For the first time in my life, I actually have a little bit of control about these two aspects. I mean, I grew up with a dog, but so far, since moving out, I’ve never been in a financial situation or a living situation where having a dog was doable or fair to the dog (because I want her to have a yard). Yet we have plans next year, when we move, to get a place with a yard so having a dog will not only be possible, but a reality (I’ve already started researching breeders, that’s how stoked I am). And I’m beyond excited about this, because I miss having a dog so much. I am so excited to take her for runs and go on adventures and dress up for Halloween and do so many things with this pup.
Like, hopefully, go hiking.
Because that’s the thing about being an adult, huh? You can, in some cases, choose where you live. While we don’t have enough saved up truly to move out of state at the moment, we could potentially get there, if the right job opens up. We are planning to move next year, after all. And the idea that we could make that decision together and create a home somewhere where what we just did for a week wouldn’t be a rare highlight, but a weekly occurrence? With my own dog to join us, this time?
Friends, I have no idea how close this reality is, but I truly hope it is sooner rather than later, because nothing excites me more. ❤