I don't know about you, but I've suddenly hit the wall. On the one side: heart-wrenching stories about California families of four living in tiny motels that make me greatful for my relatively prosperous, if sometimes uneasy life. On the other side: Neighbors who are jetting off to Colorado, Utah or just Disney for Spring Break.
Call me shallow, but I think vacations are critical to sanity. Not as crucial as feeding starving children, to be sure. But for mental health, and maybe even for physical well-being, getting a break is completely necessary.
Especially since my birthday is coming up, and last year's birthday got derailed by The Husband's trip to the emergency room (appendectomy, oh joy.)
Where should I go? I've got a few of my own ideas, but I'd love to hear yours. Give me a shout!