Vacation. Freedom. Perfection. So I quit my job 2 days before I went on vacation with my boyfriend’s family for 8 days in Tahoe. I was pretty nervous leading up to this moment. I was scared about quitting my job and not having a stable source of income. As stable as minimum wage part-time job could be. I was excited to be free from a life as a useless clog. I wanted to pursue my dreams even if I wasn’t sure what they were. I know the life of being an artist is scary and unknown, but it can’t be worse than wasting it away doing something meaningless. As I drove home from that job for the last time the song that happen to be playing in my car was “Fuck You” by Lily Allen. It was perfect. I definitely had moments I wanted to say this to my superiors. To finish off the night my boyfriend treated me to a nice dinner to celebrate.
The next day I went to yoga ready to face my new life. I then met my family for a German breakfast (fresh bread, cheese, salami) at Starbucks, another quitting celebration. My family hates me squandering my dreams as much as I do. After that I had an amazing massage. This whole not working thing was feeling pretty good so far. The next stress was dropping off equipment for this psycho DJ I was renting from. Hellish ordeal. When I finally made it to Mt. Shasta and delivered his stuff I was officially free from any ties. No more stress. Well none of that kind. I work for myself now. The only person who is going to undermine and devalue me will be yours truly.
Since my boyfriend and puppy came with me we capitalized on the beauty of Mt. Shasta and took a wonderful hike around Lake Siskiyou. I promised my boyfriend that I would buy him pizza at this nice restaurant for all his help. We left tired, sleepy Viva in the car. Don’t worry it was pretty cool and we left her plenty of water. We had a great dinner and then headed home to finish packing for Tahoe. If life continued to go this smoothly the tension in my hip may finally leave. Well the smoothness didn’t last long.
As we were packing the car it started to get a little frantic and there was an “accident”. My boyfriend has this way of picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder when we are getting irritated with each other. It’s his way of saying this is stupid, calm down. It almost always works. This was one of the rare occasions that it had the opposite effect. Right after he picked me up I felt him stumble. Then in slow motion he tripped and I hit head first on the dirt with him falling on top of my shoulders. My head felt like it exploded. It was like my brain was trying to escape from my skull. I was covered in dirt, stickers, and dry leaves. The (ex)boyfriend immediately tried to help me, but it was one of those don’t touch me give me a moment falls. I was pissed, frustrated. Here I was about to hit the road to a wonderful vacation and all my hopes and dreams were crashing down, literally. Boom. I had a huge scrape on my shoulder and some bruises forming on my legs leading down to a scrape on my foot. I know he felt awful. I know it was an accident. I was mad at him, but not the screaming you’re an idiot mad. It was I know you didn’t mean to, but I’m in a lot of pain now because of you mad. I knew I would get over it as soon as my head quit spinning and he did enough graveling. After I cleaned up I said let’s just hit the road. He was desperately trying to find a way to make it up to me. There was nothing to be done. If I was smarter I would have milked it, but being silent seemed all I wanted. So we drove 3 hours without hardly speaking. That last hour I was finally able to say you don’t need to apologize any more I forgive you. Well actually I said “if I ever complain about pain you can apologize again, but till then save it”. When we pulled into house we were back to our old goofy jokes. The first thing I did was grab a Mikes and lay down. Gabe (I was tired of writing boyfriend) got all the luggage and made sure I was all situated. Now I’m milking it. I get a massage out it as well. As the week continued I only brought it up when I needed some anti-bacteria rubbed on my shoulder. Just a daily reminder to gravel.
The rest of the trip was amazing. It was just what I need after working in hell for way too long. We played tennis, went hiking, the beach, kayaking, exploring, eating, cooking, drinking, everything you could imagine from a perfect vacation. The family has each couple cook one night out of the week. So when it is your day to cook half your day is spent at the only grocery store in town, food preparation, cooking, and cleaning. As long as you give yourself plenty of time it is still a very relaxing and enjoyable day. For our day we made calzone as the appetizer, Greek salad, baked beans, pulglisee bread, and salmon. I think we won best meal that week.
To finish off the week we rented jet skis for an hour to ride around on the lake. We took turns trying to terrify the person on the back. It seemed like the perfect end to the week. Well until I took a big jump off a wake and landed the front end on another big wake causing me to lunge forward and slam my big toe on the foot stand. I wasn’t sure if I broke it, but I did hear it pop. I lost my jet-ski driving privileges, but continued to enjoy the ride for our last 5 minutes. By the time we got home it was purple and I continued to ice it the rest of the night. Luckily, it didn’t hurt as bad as it looked so I wasn’t prevented from enjoying a short hike the next day.
When it was finally time to leave I was somber. We hurriedly got on the road and 30 minutes out I was in tears. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t have anything to go back to. I didn’t have a job. I didn’t have any idea what I was going to do next. The vacation had delayed the harsh reality that while I wasn’t a slave at one corporation I was still a slave to the unknown. Gabe was nice enough to drive us back to Tahoe so I could delay reality one for one more day. We then took the scenic route through Reno or Lassen Park home. We made a pit stop for lunch in Reno, but it was far from scenic. I don’t want to know what kind of people that town attracts.
We arrived home in the late afternoon to our hyperactive puppy. The first thing she did was grab the car keys from the lanyard hanging in Gabe’s pocket and took off running. She continued to play keep away for another 10 minutes until she finally rolled over for some tummy rubbing. I wish that we could take her with us on every vacation. I guess coming home had it’s perks. I’m so thankful that I dated my way into an awesome family that lets me join them on their vacation. I can’t wait for next year. I guess till then I better get to work so it’s as equally rewarding.