Vacation, all I ever wanted
Vacation, have to get away
Vacation, oh, to be swept along…
You know you’re excited for your impending vacation when you start singing old Go-Go’s songs.
Brandon and I leave tonight for 10 days in Texas visiting our families (my parents and brother are driving down from Colorado), and I might be crawling out of my skin in excitement.
I’ve got all my clothes and random gifts for the fam all packed. I wish I could say that I’m able to pack light — but in my nearly 32 years on this beautiful planet, I’ve learned that a) I not even remotely capable of packing light, and b) I’m actually only capable of packing back-breakingly heavy. To the baggage handling crews: my apologies.
I’m stocked up on reading material for the plane (this includes my beloved Kindle, which didn’t make the photo shoot due to a prior commitment with the charger and an electric outlet):
And, of course, I have a carry-on full of workout gear. I’ve got my yoga and running pants, sports bras galore, enough socks to sink a ship, and the crowning glory: the Garmin that Brandon bought me for Christmas. I plan to take full advantage of the mild Texas weather and run as much as possible — or, at the very least, hit the hotel gym with my brother.
Next time I see you lovely people, I’ll be writing from beautiful San Antonio — hooray!