Over the years, I've gotten better at vacationing at home. I think my first visit home after going to graduate school, I had everything scheduled in 30 minute blocks. Five years later, I try to force myself to be more relaxed and fluid, but there is still a little choke of panic here and there.
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So far, here are the vacation highlights:
In which I realize that my favorite yogurt costs $3.19 in Seattle. It costs $5 in GradShitTownVille!
In which I go to the Bellevue farmer's market and enjoy strawberries, raspberries, rainier cherries, and baby carrots.
In which I go on a four hour hike with my boyfriend, and he doesn't mind that I insist on taking 6 liters of water.
In which I buy my first digital camera as a gift to myself for submitting three papers in one semester.
In which I go on two bicycle rides with my father on the rural roads of Lebanon, OR.
In which I get an update from a friend back in GradShitTownVille that my dog is getting several man hours of attention every day.
In which, hopefully, I fall asleep tonight before an important meeting with a liberal arts university professor to discuss job search advice.
In which, hopefully, I don't screw it up.