We took a little weekend trip down to Austin. Friday afternoon,I noticed that we were rushing to get packed, rushing to beat traffic. Rushing to get to dinner.
Clearly we needed to hurry up, so we could get to Austin to relax together.
Ha. It sounds ironic when I say it out loud, but there’s only so much time in a weekend and we didn’t want to spend it sitting in a traffic jam on the highway. So we rushed out of town.
I think I go on those trips with a bit of an expectation that life will be easier while we’re gone.
That when we’re not at home with our hectic schedules, any frustrating family dynamics will simply disappear. That doesn’t exactly happen. It’s certainly better, but everything doesn’t magically get fixed when we change environments.
The truth is, wherever I go, there I am.
I take the same me to Austin or Colorado or …