Unintended Consequences

I was under the impression that a vacation is supposed to be relaxing.

No such luck.

For the last two and a half weeks, I traveled around. A two day hop to Berkeley, a long-dreamt six day trip to New York, a drive to Leavenworth, a two day visit to Portland, and a six day excursion to San Francisco.

Now, I'm spent and I still have an apartmentful of stuff to sort and pack/sell/throw out before—wow, this is actually depressing to say—I have to go back to Jakarta.

Sigh. I need a vacation.