Vacation culture has gotten a little out of control to me.
I live in southeast Tennessee, in the woods with my family and my dogs, and most of the time I do not have this huge itch to leave. We travel every now and then, but there is something really nice about actually enjoying the life you already have.
People act like you’re supposed to always be planning the next trip, the next flight, the next escape.
Then half the time you come home tired, behind, and wondering why you spent all that money to need a vacation from the vacation.
America is huge. Especially where I live, I can drive a few hours and see mountains, rivers, small towns, lakes, back roads, and some of the prettiest places in the country.
But honestly, some of my favorite days are just being home with my dogs, my family, the woods, and nowhere we have to be.
That feels like rest to me.