I'm not sure why, but I've never been excited about spring break. The concept of leaving for a few days just to get away from the cold seemed like a waste of money. I have to leave from O'Hare Airport which always makes you second guess your decision to travel. Do I want to spend 4 hours, at best, in a terminal?
Last week I went to Florida to watch my son play ball with his high school team. You know you've left the Midwest when you arrive still wearing a hooded parka. Then you walk outside the airport and you're hit with the smell of sea breezes. I honestly forgot what it was like to see flowers on shrubs and bare arms. We were released from our igloos back home.
I had a great time eating key lime pie, walking on the beach and watching a ball game in the sun. I soaked in every minute. Hard to imagine why I didn't think this was going to be worth it.
Our return flight was delayed. The planes from O'Hare were late due to de-icing. Funny. It was fine with me. I had a few hours to read and catch up on email. No one was there to tell me how to spend those few hours. I thought about that. What a simple pleasure that we all take for granted. Not being told what to do and when to do it. Not having to ask permission to use the bathroom or go for a coffee. No regimen. No one watching. So grateful for my freedom.
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