Getting Away
A lot has gone on since I last posted something of meaning. At some point, I may talk about the trip to Princeton, but I currently doubt I will. My important things happened since then. Namely my parents came up to visit, and with that, I finally realized just how stressed out I’ve been.
It took riding through a small highway in Vermont for me to realize how much life had been stressing me out. Listening to Rachmaninov, I just sat and watched a town semi-frozen in time pass by. My only thoughts were how much I wanted to come back in the spring or summer and just be here for a weekend. I needed to get away from everything. And that’s what I did.
There are few things that relax me the way skiing does. Maybe because I can only think about the task at hand. Maybe because I’ve been doing it so long, it doesn’t require much conscious thought. I honestly don’t know. All I do know, is that when I need to get away, the place I know I will be able to deal with everything is on a mountain somewhere.
To say I needed this weekend at Killington would be an understatement. Life has been incredibly stressful. Moving alone is bad enough, but at work, we’re in the time that can only be described as fun. If I didn’t love my job, I would hate my life. I’m serious, it’s that time. I don’t see myself having to work crazy hours right now, but that threat always looms.
I hadn’t though about how stressful this might get when I started on this journey two months ago. I forgot how stressful it is to move. To pack up one’s life and move it to another part of the country. I forgot how stressful starting work can be. I forgot how stressful it is to try and enter a new social situation. And oh how the reminders have come.
My mother remarked how tired I looked this weekend. She said she could see in my eyes that I looked tired. I looked like I needed rest. At the same time, both of my parents said I looked happier than when I was in Seattle. And I am; I’m just currently exhausted.
