LauLau had a Vay-Cay
It’s been two solid years since I graduated from university and entered the adult workforce full-time. Two years since I holed up in the library for an 11-hour-long study marathon, doodled my way through a night lecture, graded first-year papers at the school gym, flipped bottles to pay my rent, trekked across campus in the blistering cold to pick up a book on reserve…
I miss those days more than I should like to explain right now, so I won’t. Look into my eyes when I talk about academia to see how much I truly pine for it THE NEXT TIME YOU CATCH ME WITHOUT MY STUNNA SHADES HAAAAA!!!
Pretty whip, eh?
That’s the 2013 Dodge Dart, lent to me for the week by my homies at Dodge Canada. It is a sick car, a brilliant car, a beautiful car. I wanted to keep it forever and my iPhone misses her dash already. But I’ll write much more about the car later, when the video’s ready. You’ll be as floored as I was.
Anyoo, One of the things I miss most about school, all two decades of it, was having a chance to miss school every summer. Absence (and an exhausting summer job) really does make the heart grow fonder, and thirst for knowledge too.
I’d love it if all grown-up jobs had summer vactions — even if they were just a moth long. Enough time for me to read a book or two without neglecting all of the “must-get-dones” like renewing my health card and picking the cat-hair out of my carpet, but alas they do not – especially not in my industry. News never stops. That’s why I love it.
It does wear you down though, working every day and living life on the side, no matter how dope your job is or how much you love it (and mine IS and I DO.)
This is why grownups get an allotted amount of vacation weeks per year.
Boomers, like my parents, will often use their vacation time to visit exotic lands. And also Mexico.
Millennials, like me, do things a bit differently.
Some of us — especially those who don’t spend everything they earn on clothes and lattes and gourmet salads and parking tickets — also travel far and wide. To Europe. To Thailand. To visit like, their BEST FRIENDS in New York every other weekend myawwww.
Others (this one is me) take their vacations peace-meal all year long to hit musical festivals and wicked conferences like ROFLcon and SXSW until they don’t really have any money left but HEY SOME VACATION TIME so they “staycate” / go to their parents’ house and chill / drive around the country / eat so much food / look at cows.
I rolled my vacay into Thanksgiving weekend, spending half in Chatham and half here in Toronto.
Here are a few photos of what I did.
The rest involves things that aren’t really appropriate for my blog, like showering and cutting my fingernails and taking SO MANY NAPS in my big fluffy bed at home.