People do a lot to avoid real life. Certain people take vacations to throw some stimulation or deviation into their habitual routines. A number of people self-medicate, in order to divert their brain from normal activity. Others lock themselves in isolation, hoping that whatever they’re avoiding will disappear with time.
As for me, I have a healthy, convenient getaway. If ever I come home to three strangers who are stoned on my couch, and watching a movie too loudly in my living room, I get away. If I should ever have company that has overstayed his or her welcome, I get away. If I come home to an empty, eerie apartment, and I simply don’t want to be there, I get away.
My getaway is close in proximity and always welcomes me. My getaway is only one floor up, and two doors down. Although there are no numbers on the door, apartment 307 is my getaway. It’s more than just a different place to be, it’s my sister’s house. When I arrive, two dachshunds that never get tired of welcoming me, greet me with fervor. If my sister is home, she’s usually eager to nap, hike, or eat breakfast with me.
My getaway is a place to give and receive therapy, a place where almost all the snacks are organic or fat-free, a place where lights out is usually 11pm, and laziness is encouraged. There’s no television, but there are plenty of books to read, if you can stay awake long enough to finish a few pages. So here I sit with two napping dogs beside me, not really knowing what I’m avoiding today, just sort of getting away and being grateful to have a loving family member and a getaway.
that was cute [=.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing.