Autumn at the Basillica of St. Mary in Minneapolis, MN
I need a vacation. We need a vacation. It’s time for a vacation. (Here comes your warning: this is not necessarily a good mood post.)
We have not left the state of California for almost one full year. An entire year we have been within the borders of California. That’s gross (no offense, California).
I have not seen my family since May. MAY. That’s almost a half a year ago. That’s dumb. They get to hang out with each other all the time.
It’s lovely and fallish and rainy here, but there is no one to enjoy it with. My friends live about a century away. OR they have regular jobs, which require them to work every day like normal people. So. No coffee dates. No pumpkin spice lattes, unless I want to bike down to the ghetto Starbucks down the street in the rain, to sit inside the laundromat/arcade (what?) by myself.
The cat peed on our comforter. And I slept with it before I noticed. Ick.
Jeremy and I still own the Mazda. Blegh.
I have to do these online modules for work, which means I get to sit in front of the computer for hours on my days off.
You’ll have to excuse my negativity. I’m not saying I have the worst life or that everything is going crappily. I just need a vacation. I’m not the kind of person who says things like “I need a vacation.” But come on. You saw that picture up there.
We’re due for a trip to the Midwest. I haven’t been in Minnesota during the fall in over 5 years. Since High School, people. And in case you didn’t know, Minnesota is the absolute BEST place to be for the season called autumn. My mom and sister called me today while they were out running errands together. It sounds like it snowed there for a day or so, but it’s all gone, and the leaves are still all there and love.ly. I’m sure they probably stopped at some point for a little bit of Caribou (or at least they would have, had I been there to persuade them). It’s probably getting dark early, and I’m sure my mom is making delicious things for dinner.
The Manns are there with their tandem bike. The lakes are there with their beautiful walking, biking, and running paths. My grandparents are there with their nice homes to visit. The air is fresh and brisk. You have to wear boots, or at least real shoes. My pappy is around most of the time, with his silly jokes and delightful sense of humor. The unfriendly cats are roaming the house, and it’s so easy to make them hiss (and ah, what a blissful pastime). I’d like to go.