Okay, I was on Holidays. I was around on the other side of the globe.
And now I’m back.
Well, I’m supposed to be back, but I may well be exhausted, so I wrote this post in advance, just in case I couldn’t manage to put digital pen to digital paper on my return.
So, without any further ado, here is my account of what i think likely happened on my vaycay, read on …
We got away okay …
I’m not joking. We were on time for our flight and I had every thing that I needed packed. I know this, because I packed everything almost a week in advance. I packed perfectly, taking somewhere in between not enough things and too many of some things. I over packed socks and underwear, and packed enough pairs of pants, and not enough shorts, ’cause yes, we went where I could wear shorts. But still, I FORGOT NOTHING!
Also, only one of us has ADHD (me) and the one that has ADHD (still me) doesn’t like to be late, and the one that doesn’t have ADHD (still not me) also doesn’t like to be late, though seems more comfortable with the idea than I am in general.
So anyway … we got to the airport early and lounged until our flight was called. It was that simple.
The flight …
The flight did not drive me nuts, ’cause I brought my kindle and I read for the five minutes that I wasn’t watching a movie or staring out the window at the passing of the earth below me and the clouds beside me, or trying to wake up my travel companion to chat, even though she always sleeps through flights.
And I love flying. I’m an oddity I guess. Something about the whole experience gets me feeling free, so much so that I don’t mind my ears popping and things like that.
Of course we did. And we found our accommodations without too much trouble, I assume, since we stayed with relatives. And we enjoyed the beach, specifically the Mediterranean. And yes, I swam, even though it’s winter in Spain. I know this because I fully intended to. I am, after all, Canadian, tough as nails and twice as sharp, and I’m used to real cold, so highs in the fifties and sixties are pretty darned pleasant swimming weather for me.
We toured the sights and the sites with all the sights and we spent time with relatives enjoying good food and we spent time talking to each other with very little of our regular lives present to distract us from real conversation.
No don’t think …
Not for one minute, that I went for two weeks without forgetting what I was about to say at any given time. And yes I misplaced things, just not my truck keys ’cause I didn’t have them with me.
And don’t think I was super organized the whole fifteen days. Don’t think I didn’t say some stupid things, though thankfully I said them in English in a country of primarily Spanish speaking people.
But all in all, the whole thing was swell. And if it wasn’t, I’ll tell you about it on Friday. ‘Cause on Friday, I really will be back.
Babcock, K. (2018). I’m Back!!!. Psych Central. Retrieved on February 24, 2018, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/adhd-man/2018/02/im-back/