He needs a little vacation, and though I feel a little guilty for saying it, I think I need one too. Not as if I've been working the 9 to 5 racket very much these days... but I have been working. The click-clack of my computer can be heard fairly loudly at 8am, when I'm dashing off cover letters to jobs. When I haven't been calling and networking and job searching, I've found other ways to feel like I have some purpose on this earth, proving to myself that my life IS in order... really. So I straighten and clean and reorganize the closet. I wash linens that haven't been washed in ages, I water the tiny garden, and every 10 minutes between activities I check email. God forbid should a response come in from Dream Job when my back is turned, dusting the salt and pepper shakers!
So maybe I need a vacation from my neuroses.
When Mark suggested a getaway down the Oregon Coast, there's no way I could say no. I tore through my books and binders and pulled out the travel article, ripped from the Seattle Times last summer, chronicling an adventure full of sand, suds, and surf. We'll camp and do morning runs on the beach, hang at the local pubs and sample Oregon's famous microbrews... follow lunch with a beach hike and then eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches by the campfire. I so need an adventure. Getting away and getting some perspective wouldn't hurt either.
We've decided, ahem.. okay so maybe I've decided to tack on some time with the grape juice at the end of the trip. He gets his brews, I get my grapes. The Willamette Valley just outside of Portland is home to some famous Pinot Noirs, so why not jog over and experience the wine life? If you've ever been to this area and have some must-see suggestions, I'd love to know your thoughts.
We'll be back from our crazy Tangent on Sunday, and I'll be sure to post some photos and, of course, tell you all about the brews and the grapes. Oh yeah, and maybe I'll mention the sand and wildlife too.