Vacation

I’m sitting in my dreary hotel room in Podunk, Virginia.

I can never seem to get that thermostat under the window to blow the right temperature. It’s either too damned hot, or too damned cold.

 

It reminds me of my life.

It’s either crazy a*s stress or dragging waiting for the storm.

 

I can’t seem to find a happy medium.

I can’t find peace of mind.

 

This is supposed to be a quiet getaway.

This is supposed to be vacation.

 

But I can’t stop the worry.

Will it rain again tomorrow, and make driving hell?

What was that sound my car was making?

Will Josh’s sugar crash in the middle of the night here?

Will the tumor on my tailbone ever stop stabbing?

 

My shoulders ache from the stress of driving, and I’m afraid to use this shower.

 

I’m hungry.

I’m tired.

 

I’m on vacation…

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[BrightEyes]

I'm always more stressed when returning from vacation than before I left...which is why I rarely go away anymore. when you discover what that noise in your car is, let me know - mine's making one too lol. Isn't that all too true about those heating/cooling systems in hotel rooms? never can find a happy medium...and loved tying that metaphor into the status of your life. great write here!

laura

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irony, that's what's missing here at the cafe...not anymore. nice word usage, interplay, compare and contrast.

faith, hope and love, tristan
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