It looks like we're not going to be able to go on vacation this year. We've been holding out hope that we'd be able to find some last minute deal, the kind at a crazy low price if you can be on the plane in an hour. But those deals are not to be found, and we don't have the money for regular prices. It's part and parcel to (1) living where we do, where you don't have anywhere fun to go with a couple hour drive (in Jersey, we lived an hour from the Shore and three hours from the mountains) and (2) being in ministry (Chris) and having an odd assortment of jobs (me), none of which pay well at all.
I know. I shouldn't complain. After all, I was able to spend time in Chicago this year. And I have an incredible husband who isn't making me quit the fun stuff (writing, speaking, and teaching music) to find a "real" job and make us some money. But I'm not sure if I can survive a whole year without a glimpse of my beloved ocean (Robin, I'm counting on you for some sympathy here). I think it's only happened once or twice in my life, and one of those times it was because I had spent the summer in Czech Republic teaching English, so that made up for it.
So, pardon me. I need to go mourn now.
P.S. Chris took that picture last year at Sanibel Island, where he took me as a surprise for our first anniversary.
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