Airport and a True Vacation

I haven't taken one of these in a long time. This weekend, I'm truly going on vacation. I'm not bringing any work. No dissertation work. No work work. I am truly dropping everything and getting away. No books. No research articles. The hell with it, I say! No worries, no problems—just roll with it!

I'm foregoing the NFL playoffs this weekend. Not watching any television. No bars. I'm going to visit my sister, and I'm not bringing any lifestyle baggage. Suitcase. Laptop. Camera. That's it. One pair of sneakers. Two pairs of jeans. One belt. None of this "Well, would this look better with the brown belt and the button-down?" crap.

I await another plane to depart my gate . They want to charge me $6.95 to use the internet. It's $4 for some freaking coffee. I'm surprised I'm not charged a restroom fee. And I wait. To take a 45-minute flight and then wait some more. Nothing beats layovers…but soon, I'll get away. I can't wait to get away. Just for a few days—make the real world disappear. Recharge. Refresh. Release.