On my to-do list this summer was a one-liner: "Go to Montreal for a long weekend."
Since I freelance, I can make my own weekends long, whenever I don't have deadlines hovering over me. Last week I did just that and went to Montreal for five days, a city I haven't visited for four years. I was so due to get outta dodge, to treat myself to a vacay.
I sometimes get stressed I don't go on more trips overseas, as I did with a European sojourn three years ago. I enjoy travelling but I can't overdue it for financial reasons. So I often wonder if I had a more secure line of work if I would be able to experience what so many of my friends enjoy when they check out South America, Asia, Africa.
Thing is, I love the mini vacation life too. Going to Montreal was such a refreshing trip I came back with a smile plastered on my face. I soaked up the art scene, visited friends I haven't seen in a minute, saw another poet friend perform at a fantastic fundraiser for a native women's shelter. And I ate well. Very well (tip: Treat yourself to a lavish dinner at the fine-dining resto La Chronique on Rue Laurier).
I'm now not going to beat myself up over the gap between my big vacations. Instead, I'm going to value the little weekenders that take me away from Toronto and everyday responsibilities. I recommend you do th same if you haven't yet: you'll be awash in a glow that will nourish you long after your plane's wheels touch down on the runway.
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