I had something else entirely written about the five day weekend I'm starting today, but my partner showed up as I was leaving work yesterday, and whisked me away to the North Shore.
The days are passing fast, and while I loathe the refrain of "I'm so busy," it comes to mind frequently. We're in single digits for weekends left in Minnesota (including this one). Three before traveling, then one before we leave with a trailer. Alongside all the work of moving (packing, sorting, donating, selling, measuring, etc.), I have an almost anxious desire to soak up as much of Minnesota as I can. I love my home. I love being from here, and as excited as I am to be leaving (for a while), I sometimes can't believe I actually will.
We'll be north today. Being here, in places that have grown sacred to me, I feel sensitive and humble. All this beauty, all this history, all these places my own ghosts haunt. There's so much more to say, but I'm not saturated to find the words. Already I've yelled for Chris to stop the car so I can walk the fields of lupine.
I'm finishing researching our upcoming trip. I'll forever love my Lonely Planet guides, but I'm scouring travel blogs for the spots the guidebook missed (or, on the flip side, the guidebook hotspots that should be avoided). I love reading travelogues, but dislike prescriptive advice. Hand-Luggage Only is my go-to for quick lists + recs, followed up by A Lady in London for, as the name suggests, all things London. For food, I'm hounding friends to give up their favorite joints, and checking out everything French Foodie in Dublin + Canal Cook recommends. I'm whittling my list of literary haunts, because if it were up to me only, we'd spent all fifteen days chasing literature's ghost. I'm not researching New York with the same fervor, as that leg of the journey will be a different beast. We're visiting friends, and soon we'll be on the right coast to visit more often.
Chris laughs at me when I explain to him that I want our trip to feel like the freedom to play. Turn down that street, take a rest in that cafe, visit this bar or church or open gate. He knows how much I crave a plan, and how badly I manage change. Maybe a better way to say it is: I want to know everything while maintaining the freedom to do anything.
I'm slogging through Star of the Sea, which started promising, but is dragging on, while craving the slimness of short stories. Elsewhere, I'm reading career advice to alleviate the fears of leaving my first job, catching up on the newsletters I subscribe to (then fall behind on), and building an at-home yoga practice (because that studio life is expensive). An essay of mine was published to the Invisible Illness site, and I'm starting to feel the stirring of fresh creative life after finishing my novel. I'm scribbling down fragments of sentences and stories, hoping they'll become something.
Finally, because it's Independence Day, let's take a moment to feel patriotic. Last Saturday, demonstrators gathered in 700 different places to protest inhumane immigration practices. Ruth Bader Ginsburg's workout is intense (because fighting fascism takes work, y'all). Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is the face of hope this week, and midterms are coming soon.