It's begun. The annual "get me the hell out of here" feeling. It's earlier this year than last year. That may have something to do with the fact that I spent this year going someplace else every-other-month. February was Michigan, Vegas in April and August, California in October. Now we're at the end of December and it's been two months since I left the Portland/Metro area and I'm going crazy.
I am at the point where I get three weeks of vacation a year. I feel like that should mean that I should get to plan a couple of pretty decent vacations. And maybe I just need to get on it. I'm sure that I could plan something exciting. I should have a new passport by February, which means technically I could leave the US for the first time in 13 years.
Even without getting to go someplace I've never been before the beach is really close, the water will be on at the family cabin in a few months and depending on where I decide to go gas could be cheaper than a plane ticket. There is an end in sight.
Thankfully Saturday is Winter Solstice. Which means the days are going to start getting longer. That always helps. But what would help more is a horizon line and the sound of the ocean.