In the case of my title, which I find quite clever, the bad and the itchy are the same. Mosquitoes are the bane of existence in the summer and they appear to love me even more when I apply bug spray. When around me, no need to worry because they must be attracted to my sweet smelling blood. On vacation, in the mountains, this only magnifies.
If you were curious as to why I haven’t posted anything in over a week, then thank you, you are obviously an avid reader of this blog and I applaud you for such great taste. If not, no matter, you’re reading now.
When life is busy, it is, for the most part, a blessing because it means you are living your life. This past week I was very fortunate because I was able to spend a week in New Hampshire, hiking, exploring, laughing, and building memories with my family.
It’s funny in a beautiful, bittersweet way how quickly one becomes accustomed to vacation life. For me, the best vacations aren’t necessarily relaxing in the sit home and do nothing stage. Such moments are just as important and wonderful, but for me, the exploring and adventures, with some of the greatest people on Earth, are what is important.
Without going into too much detail, because honestly, I don’t think I could explain in proper detail the magnitude of wonder this vacation brought. It included trips to two amusement parks of my childhood, Storyland and Santa’s Village, in which I relished in the joy it inspired in my younger cousins while remembering fondly and a bit sadly my own memories with some who are now passed. I hiked to the most beautiful water sources I have ever seen, climbing up and down rocks and dirts and realizing just how mundane life in “reality” can get. I fit through caves, including something called “the lemonsqueezer,” which was very small and tight and makes me feel very good about myself.
I rode up and down Mount Washington and found that mountains really are impressive. I laughed my way to good abs while spending quality time with my younger, energetic cousins who I am very happy to have developed a deeper bond, as well as my aunts and uncles who may actually appreciate my crazy (or at least pretend to) And whom are some of the funniest, caring people I know. I gazed at stars at night and ate a little too much. I rode on a horse for the first time and only freaked out a few times thinking I would be the one to fall into horse feces. I healed and felt inspired. I cried at the loss of Robin Williams and those with whom I used to travel to these places. Most important of all, I felt apart of something magical and special knowing that these moments, no matter where they take place or what occurs, are what make life important.
Reality is settling back in just as it always does. However, with another thing behind me in which to be grateful, as all good vacations inspire, I hope to foster the sense of hope, lightheartedness, appreciation, and mindfulness in every sense of my day. Life is to be lived, well and with good people.I am very lucky to have been granted it all.
This week, we can all look forward to our regularly scheduled updates!