Because I Know You Were Wondering, Part II

"So, did you have fun on your family vacation?"
"I guess I deserve this. Yes, I did have fun on my family vacation."
"Well, that's good. It's not like I would have known"
"Right. And how long can I expect you to give me shit about this?"
"Oh, couple years, maybe? You know how I can be."
"Yeah, I do. Good thing I really don't care all that much what you think."

I took some liberty reconstructing the conversation I had with my dad after getting home from vacation, and thought I would post my interpretation of it here. It is in no way an admittance of anything. It's just funny, how things turned out. I read some ubiquitous quote a while ago that went something like life is the thing that happens while you're busy making other plans. I think my week in Vermont proves the truth of this observation entirely.

So yeah, I spent most of last week with Jessamyn, and we had a lot of fun, in spite of the light-hearted ridicule she and I had to endure from some people. Though it did rain a lot, and we had to always be at least a bit mindful of cloudbursts occurring at any second (this can really get in the way of painting a barn), time was fundamentally so free of expectations and deadlines, so open and simple that the days developed existences of their own, each one so unique and happy that I found everything I did important: driving circuitous dirt roads, grilling hamburgers, starting fires in a woodstove. It's hard being back here now, in Milwaukee. Though everything is familiar, and it has been interesting acclimating myself to my home once again, catching up with friends, and seeing how the world I construct for myself has changed since I left, it's also been a bit weird and frustrating, wanting to be somewhere else, too.

But then, I guess that's life, too.

Pictures can be found here.