May 22, 2014

desert heat

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Tank: Rag & Bone. Jeans: Joe’s. Sweatshirt: James Perse. Sandals: Adam Tucker. Sunnies: Gucci. Bag: A.P.C. Watch: Burberry. Bracelet: Linea Pelle

Several weeks ago, I spent a long, four-day weekend in Central Oregon with my family. The weather was cool but clear, the scenery picturesque, and the tennis courts were beckoning, “Come play with us.” Idyllic, non?

The thing is, I couldn’t really get away on my getaway. There was too much going on back at home – three work projects in full swing and closing on our first home (oh yeah, we bought a condo by the way). My heart rate rose with every “ping” of my iPhone, alerting me to a new email like an immediate call to action. I hardly slept, worked most days, and clutched my phone – that blessed and cursed device that keeps us all connected – throughout the entire trip.

Six short days later, Phil and I had closed on the condo and were on our way to Scottsdale for a romantic, four-day vacation. Exact same amount of time that I had just spent in Central Oregon, but somehow it felt so much longer. More luxurious. My out-of-office message was up, and I was officially unavailable. Sure, I kept my phone with me most of the time (I have an addiction, sir!) but that familiar “ping” no longer signaled a call to action. Whatever responsibility was waiting for me at home, it could wait. Vacation really is a state of mind.

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