I want a week.
A week without anything.
No family asking a bajillion questions that I don't have the answers to.
No plans to make.
No cars that fall apart.
No dishes to do.
No appointments to keep.
Just a week.
A week of quiet so loud I have to scream to break it up.
A week of breathing.
A week of blank paper to fill with ideas.
A week of coffee and muffins from some cozy little coffe shop.
A week of unfamiliar faces.
A week of soft music.
A week of antique shops and book stores.
A week of mornings that start no earlier than 11am.
A week of not worrying.
A week of me. Just me. With no one else.
I can resume my do-this-do-that-do-everything-and-save-the-world-from-itself schedule again afterwards.
I think I might book that week (or at least a long weekend) for sometime around mid-August...
Any suggestions of where I should go?