Come on. I know you’ve all thought about this. In this crazy, demanding world, you have to have daydreamed about escaping from it all. You know, get away from all that adulting. (By the way, I dislike that term. No noun should be turned into a verb. But it seems to be the trending thing right now.)
Compared to many, my life is already a fantasy. I know that. My life is actually pretty darn good. So, why would I daydream about escaping?
All I can say is, I do think about it. And as long as it’s my fantasy, I’m going to make it perfect. One week of perfect.
I would choose a couple of places for my perfect location. One would be the beach. The other in the mountains, preferably with a gorgeous view high above the trees. It might depend on the time of year as to which I’d choose.
It has to be secluded, though, or else it wouldn’t be an escape. I don’t want people around that might want to talk to me. 🤐
By the way, the pictures in my featured image are mine. The Poipu side of Kauai and the Smoky Mountains. So I know my fantasy is possible. Well, some of it anyway.
I’m not expecting something luxurious, but I do want comfort. As long as I have a comfy chair with good light, I’d be happy. While I don’t expect to watch a lot of TV, I want something for watching hours of movies, if I’m so inclined.
As long as this is my fantasy, I’d want someone to provide all my favorite foods, without talking to me, of course. That would all be decided ahead of time. Or better yet, that person would already know what I love to eat.
Best of all, that same person would do all the dishes. I wouldn’t have to dip my hands into soapy water for a week. Unless I choose to take a long soak in the bathtub. I might actually do that if I had all that free time. And I guess I’d need a nice soaker tub.
How I’d spend my time
This is the best part. I might read one book a day. I’d write blog posts that would cover me for weeks. I’d knit a sweater in one week. I’d cross stitch all night.
I’d go to bed when I was tired and wake up when I was ready. I might not even take a shower every day. I could take a long walk or stay inside and enjoy a rainy day.
I wouldn’t be paying bills or doing laundry. I don’t even want to think about those things as part of my fantasy. I wouldn’t have to make decisions about anything to do with the house, my car, the yard, making appointments.
I’d cut myself off from social media, including my email. I would have a phone, in case I need something, but I wouldn’t even look at it most of the time.
If Mickey and Brutus were still alive, I’d take them with me.
What about Tim?
That’s a tough one. I love my husband and enjoy his company. But maybe he’d appreciate the escape (mine) as well. Does absence make the heart grow fonder? A week might be all it takes!!
When he reads this, I know he’ll think I’m thinking we’ve had too much time together. And maybe I am, just a little bit. He’s been home for over two months now, dealing with a work injury.
It has made me think more about what we’ll do when he retires and was a consideration as I came up with my WOTY. This unplanned togetherness has shown me we’ll need to coordinate our routines when he’s home full time. And that’s OK. I’m all ready to adapt.
In the meantime, I’m going to continue with my fantasy. Sometimes, just thinking about it is all I need.
What’s your escape fantasy? I know you have one. 😉