Last year for the new year, I spent some time at a bed and breakfast outside Asheville, N.C. It was a little chilly. Many of the trees were bare. I barely left the b&b. It was perfect.
I had hoped to recreate that relaxation this year. I was approved for time off around Jan. 1 and was trying to figure out where I’d go. Then I got a new job, then that job required my working Jan. 1, and then plans shifted.
And so we’re here, a couple of weeks after.
I’m preparing for 10 straight days off.
Amtrak booked. Car rental booked. Cottage on Tybee Island booked, then room in Savannah booked. All the books about to be packed. List of things to do planned.
Possibility none of that will get done: high.
Fingers crossed for one thing in particular to happen, though.