The timing of our â€œbigâ€ vacation in 2020 was perfect. We were able to scoot over to Oâ€™ahu and back before the COVID-19 hit the United States in full force. I havenâ€™t taken time off since.
Iâ€™ve decided to take the rest of this week off from work as a mini-sabbatical. I have a few plans; Iâ€™ll probably do some flying, Iâ€™m going on a long road trip, Iâ€™m going to relax. Tomorrow I shall drive through the Prairie State alone with my husbandâ€™s blessing. He knows I occasionally like exploring on these long drives alone and we have no qualms in giving each other the space we need once in a while. Weâ€™re not getting away from one another, I am simply recharging. Mrs. Mosher wrote in my first kindergarten report card that I was a loner, opting to amuse myself instead of playing with the other kids during â€œplay timeâ€. A young girl by the name of Michelle wanted to ride the see saw with me; I recall jumping on it until she was flung off. I wasnâ€™t allowed near the see saw for a while after that and Mrs. Mosher told my mother I was developmentally disabled.
I believe her philosophy was, â€œno child is really any different from any other childâ€. She didnâ€™t know what to make of me. Not only did I not think inside the box, I had a different box, it was oblong, and it was probably glitzed out with glitter.
If I was in kindergarten today, Mrs. Mosher would probably recommend me for some pharmaceutical assistance.
Instead, I love my life and have a husband who supports my day long road trips across the Prairie State. Itâ€™s all good.