We left Lawrence, Kansas around 5 AM Monday morning. My parents both stood in the driveway in their pajamas waving us goodbye.
The trip was a success. We drove too fast down gravel roads. We drank beer in the middle of the afternoon over citronella candles. I rediscovered the therapeutic aspects of lawn mowing. Man, it’s been years since I cut grass.
Once I got rid of the rental car, home looked good too. With piles of luggage strewn about, we made our way across the creaky wood floor, settled on the couch and exchanged glances.
“Good trip,” I said, digging at one of the tick bites on my ankle.
“Great trip,” Cristi replied, itching a series of mosquito bites on her thigh.
People have to getaway every once in a while. If you’re lucky, you return with new memories, a handful of snapshots and maybe a bug bite or two to prove just how far you strayed from your ordinary routine.