So, our vacation. Our vacation was really, really, really good. Sometimes I just say a vacation was really, really, really good – or even just good – because the shell of it is perfect. It’s like an Instagram life with Instagram filters. The shell of it can be really perfect – with beaches and sun, happiness and souvenirs. Whatever tickles your fancy. Sometimes the squishy stuff inside the shell is different. It’s anxiety and fighting battles, odd homesickness and grief. I’m someone who gets wanderlust, but also gets homesick the second I arrive somewhere new sometimes. Maybe it’s not somewhere new. Somewhere not home.
Somewhere with creatures and comforts, and creature comforts. Everything in its right place just so. Places to burrow and hide, or shine and preen. Did you ever notice that your hair looks better at home, than on vacation? Am I the only one that thinks of that weird thing? Unless, of course, you live in New Orleans and you’re visiting a drier climate. Then you might love your vacation hair. It’s not about HAIR, though. It’s like when you’re a kid and maybe you’re even relatively cool (or just think you are) in all the important ways, and maybe the shallow ones too, but then you’re somewhere new – with different rules and customs and living out of a suitcase. You don’t know how to tell people – “Hey, I swear. I’m cool in real life.”
Did I say good? Our trip was really, really, really great. I can’t REALLY say a bad thing about it. I’m sure there was whining and the kind of exhaustion that makes you feel like you will never take another step, much less make it seven more hours in a theme park, across many different “lands”, through parades, lines, and shows under the pulsing and beating sun. Then there’s getting back to your rental car after the fireworks show, but that’s all a story for another day! In fact, I’ll tell it soon.
There were certainly times I had shaking hands and legs, and nearly bile rising in my throat. From nerves. From beyond nerves. But oh, the relief beyond that! There were times I looked in the mirror and my hair and eyes HAD changed color.
First, we went to my Aunt’s house and spent 48 hours with her – touring Disney Springs, and feeling the amazing feeling of warm sun on our faces. In January. Then we spent about three days at the Art of Animation Resort in Walt Disney World. We went to Hollywood Studios for the first time and I’ll have tons of Star Wars pictures for you to see! I also went on the 20 minute “The Great Movie Ride” which would have scared the life out of Des. We had our best day at Magic Kingdom, EVER, or at least my favorite, because now I actually know what the REAL roller coaster feeling is. I had only ever imagined it. I loved it and hated it and loved it and I want MORE MORE MORE. It was 82° and everybody called me Princess. Why would I leave??