I have a strong sense of wanderlust today. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been lucky enough to not work on Friday (though a couple of those Fridays were in exchange for working on the weekend). Today, I’m working. And I’d rather not be. I’d rather be out on the open road. Preferably on my bike.
Last weekend, Mrs. TKD and I took a trip to Hershey, PA for our 5th wedding anniversary. Despite the torrents of rain that we had on the drive up and in the afternoon on Saturday, and a disappointing dinner, we had a great time. It was the first trip we’d taken on our own since Mr. Grey was born. What a relief to get some time by ourselves.
Sunday was a beautiful day in stark contrast to the miserable rain of Saturday. We both got massages and we had brunch at the Hotel Hershey’s Circular Dining Room. Elegant but expensive. After brunch we took a walk in the Hershey Gardens.
The gardens were surprisingly beautiful in late October. I’d expected that most of the rose bushes would be going dormant, but that was not the case. The leaves had already started turning to their vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red and some of the trees seemed to l glow in the long angled light of autumn. The leaves had not yet popped at home, though they’ve begun to explode with color in the past week.
Somehow I feel like that trip has awakened a sleeping giant. I have a strong sense of a need to “get away” and enjoy a trip. Next week, Mrs. TKD and Mr. Grey are heading to North Carolina for a week at Grammy-Ma’s house. While I wouldn’t want to go south next week (preferring to head north or west), I’m a tinge jealous of the fast that they are going on a trip and I’ll be plugging away at life here in the burbs.