Outta here

As so often the case, right before leaving on a much-anticipated vacation I find myself wondering if I really need to get away, especially NOW.  Now, here at home, which feels so safe and beloved.  Why am I trading it for there, away, which feels so unknown?  Why am I leaving my bed, my desk, my doggies, my new kitchen?

BECAUSE!  Yup.  I’m outta here.

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