This past weekend, my husband and I decided to take a short road trip to Washington, D.C. I have always wanted to go, and this weekend seemed like the right time. The drive there wouldn’t have been so hard if it wasn’t for the crazy rain, there were times we couldn’t really see anything. On top of that, we had Achilles, our english bulldog, with us, whom recently started to hate the car rides, and only sat down after a few hours. We tried to laugh and remember we were suppose to be having fun, and make light of things. But we were more than glad to arrive when we did. We spent the days walking around the city, visiting all the monuments and historical places, eating all the amazing vegan food they had and going in and out of all the wonderful museums. We had a really great time, even though the rain didn’t give us much of a break. With our feet on fire from walking all weekend long, we drove back, again, more rain. But it wasn’t until we got home that we realized the trip did what it was suppose to. We broke away from our routine, and now that we were back home, everything seemed brighter, fresh, the house looked bigger and cozier. We actually relaxed there. Getting away from the house and all responsibilities, even the small ones, like making our own bed, taking out the trash or cooking, gave us energy. Just a few days and we feel renewed. I always underestimate the power of a trip or vacation. I’m happy to report I feel excited to get back to work, to my writing, to my routines. I’m spending the day getting everything ready for what I hope to be a productive week. Even if the rain still hasn’t given us a break.
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