I'm back from my mini vacation, during which my body succumbed to the cold I've probably been fighting off for most of the month. It reminded me of when I was in college and would work my butt off all semester, only to go home for Spring Break or Winter Break and come down with strep throat or bronchitis within hours of setting foot in my mom's house.
The good news is, while I sound croaky at best, I'm feeling much better. I had a relaxing time in my hometown, which is not something I can usually say about my visits there. Aside from spending some time with my mom and my dad, I didn't make many plans; I just enjoyed whatever came up. I went boating on the St. Lawrence River with friends. I went to bed early and slept in most nights. I practiced yoga and I took a walk. I answered A LOT of questions about my house, my life and my writing. I enjoyed the beauty of spring in my little hometown. I ran into a cousin I hadn't seen in ages. I ate lunch and played Keno with three of my favorite aunts. I had a business meeting with a good friend to set goals for a book proposal we're working on.
It was honestly one of the best trips "home" I've had in a long time. I needed it.

