My experience of being in this part of Spain (in the countryside near Valencia) is different having Dennis here with us. Mostly in the past, I came here with just the kids, to visit my boyfriend. Though I enjoyed it immensely, I always knew that it was just vacation, that I would eventually have to go back to my life in Sarasota, because that is where my “life” and Dennis (the kids’ dad) lived.
But this time, I am here with my immediate family. (People think Dennis and I are strange for taking family vacations together even though we are divorced. We think it is strange not to.) We are enjoying ourselves so much we are considering the very real possibility of spending part of the year here. We have the intention of “world-schooling” our kids and most of our business can be done online, just 6 hours ahead of our usual schedule. (Which, by the way, permits me luxurious time in the morning to do yoga by the pool, cook for my family and even take a nap before my clients and business associates crawl out of bed.)
Am I enjoying this? YES!! But it is more than that. It has me wonder why I even had the thought – the intention – to TRY to enjoy life, just the way that it is and just the way it isn’t. Here, I don’t even feel like I am trying. I just am.
Granted, Molly and some of you nay-sayers , are thinking, “Yeah, but you are on vacation!” That’s true….sort of. But I seem to be attending to all of my responsibilities; caring for and feeding my family, exercising, doing laundry and working. So, what is the difference?
I don’t have the school schedule, but I still keep a work schedule. Instead of Trader Joes, I go to Consum. (Where, incidentally I just bought 3 organic cucumbers for 42 cents!) I got my bills paid online. I still am managing Raffa’s allergies and Marcella’s broken arm.
The lines between “life” and “vacation” are blurred.
I am now wondering…..what is it (besides obviously Molly who remarkably doesn’t speak Spanish) that keeps us in a less peaceful and relaxed state when we are “home”?
What is this thing we call vacation? Vacating our normal life? As parents we don’t get a “vacation”. We don’t get a “vacation” from being a law-abiding citizen, unless of course we are willing to accept a long-term, all expenses paid vacation, with orange jump suits at no additional cost.
If we start exploring what “vacation” is, we are forced into look at its opposite….”our life.”
Why is it that we have to take a “vacation” from our life? Is it that crappy? Is it just location? Is it because we are so attached to our “stuff”?
What would it be like if we lived our lives as if there was no need to take a “vacation”?
What if the whole idea was to love your life, do meaningful work and play with your kids? What if and you weren’t bound by location? What if getting a break was irrelevant because we weren’t trying to get away from a life that we hate? (Ok hate is a strong word……how about a life you don’t LOVE?)
I don’t have the answer…I am grappling with this. Logically it makes sense….but Molly isn’t so sure.
Please comment below. Give me your perspective.
Tell me why you need to take a “vacation” from your life; what is it in your life that you need to get away from? And then….why do we keep those things in place anyway?