5-10-21
Last day of vacation. Very melancholy. Tried to go to Dennis the menace park in Monterey but it was closed until 1:00pm. We circled the block thinking and almost did a river paddle boat thing but decided that would cut into beach time too much. Drove back to Santa Cruz, got souvenirs on the wharf, then posted up on the beach with our little tent and bags. Amelia played in the water a bit then came and ate a lot of candy. Marie got food from across the street – chimichangas for us. We ate and then played a bit more.
Had to leave because it was getting cold but also needed to drive back to sac. Drive home was quicker than drive there. I am sad to go. The sadness still exists, even deeper, as I write this.
There is a longing for something more as I know work exists in the morning and it won’t slow down no matter how much I want. Marie and I wanted more time off. When will it come? When we make it, I suppose. Seeing my family stresses me out. I think they’ll be different and willing to just chill and enjoy the moment. Maybe my mom, but my dad and sister are so particular. My dad has gotten better but I feel my sister has gotten worse. It’s all about her and she just can’t sit still. It bothers me. I don’t know how to feel.
I’m grateful eternally for the time we had, and the luxury to be able to travel right now. But it just makes me feel bad when all I want is my wife and daughter and not my other family. They’re idea of a trip is different than ours, and they don’t listen to me when I try to assert that.
Here’s to next time and hopefully executing it better.
-E.B.
Ed Boy 