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What I Did on My Summer Vacation


We took a vacation this summer.  This is not news to anyone in my life - anyone who knows me or especially Steve on Facebook followed along with all of our pictures.  We took our travel trailer out to Arizona - via St Louis, Tulsa, Amarillo, Roswell, Santa Fe - and then stayed a week in Clarksdale and Flagstaff and visited some ancient pueblo ruins, Sedona, Jerome, the Lowell Observatory, the Grand Canyon.  We swam in swimming pools, lakes, and icy mountain streams.  We hiked.  Eventually we came home again, via Albuquerque, Amarillo, Tulsa, and St Louis. (our inventiveness had somewhat worn out).  After a week at home we took another trip, and drove to Vermont via western NY and the Adirondack Park (stayed an extra day to hike a mountain), lived four days in East Franklin VT, and came home via Catskill and eastern Ohio.  

This vacation felt different from all of our previous ones.  In the 21 years we’ve been married, I can name only one - maybe two trips we ever took that were not For Work or For Family.  Steve and I are good at making our own fun - we’ll go together to an out of town gig and enjoy a new location IN THE SPACES BETWEEN showing up for rehearsals and concerts.  We’ll love it.  We’ll go to visit my mom, or his - and sneak out for hikes or winery tours between eating official family meals and sleeping in guest rooms.  We’ll move Steve (for example) out to Oregon for a year and explore EVERY ROADSIDE ATTRACTION the whole way across the country and have great adventures.  

But none of those experiences were the same as this.  In an RV you always have your own space and your own schedule.  You can wake up in the morning and have your completely normal morning routine - drip coffee, outdoor yoga, journal, eggs - and know where everything is and not have to dig around in someone else’s kitchen or go out to explore a strange city in search of a drinkable dark roast.  You can rest AT HOME in the afternoon without having to make conversation with a well-meaning relative or make excuses for your vacation nap or hide your beer, or lurk in a library because you checked out of your hotel but still have hours to kill before work.  

And, in my case, you can bring along all of the tools, machines, and mailers that constitute your reed business, and continue to make and send shipments while traveling.  The volume of my business is reduced in the summer, but there’s always SOMEONE who wants something, and this year I was able to accommodate those orders instead of putting them off.  I was able to bring money in as we drove.  I was able to stay in business.  

And in this way, with all of these happy comforts of home, we took four weeks of vacation this year!  We did not grow to hate each other, or any other perfectly nice member of our extended family.  We did get to visit with friends and family, and we did get to explore, and shop and hike, and eat out in restaurants - but we got to do it on our own terms.  It felt like a real break and an amazing one.

This all feels so new to me.  I feel as though I’m growing into a new phase of my life, fast, and feeling a little weirdly guilty about it. Like, who am I to just TAKE a trip I’ve wanted to take, to just GO to a place I hadn’t been, for no reason other than wanting to?  

I’ve been trying to say this - trying to figure out a way to say this - for some time now.  I didn’t used to believe I could make choices like this.  I just assumed it would always look the same, that I would always be scrambling for gigs, waiting for the phone to ring, unable to leave home without an express invitation to do so.  Growing up, my family didn’t do trips that DIDN’T involve sleeping on a relative’s couch, that DIDN’T involve going to the same cabin on the same lake that we always had.  

I’ve seen other grownups taking grownup vacations and didn’t fully realize until now that I am also a grownup, that I could also make a choice about where and how and when I live, I work, I vacation. There’s a freedom that I see in my life now, a sense of possibility that is NEW.  I can do what I want.  I love it.  This is me, moving forward. 

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  1. Loved reading this Jennet!! Thanks for sharing!! This is definitely a life style a lot of parents have only dreamed about having. Most parents are a slave to a job they don’t love, but keep hammering away day after day to provide for their family. It is very refreshing to see that it can be done other ways, life, providing for a family. I have also enjoyed all your Facebook posts along the way. Your daughter is a very lucky girl to have such incredible parents. It will be exciting to see her journey to adulthood with all her adventures of travel and freedoms that you and your husband are able to provide for her.

    Christine Garbaciak

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    1. Thank you, Christine. You’re right. We are so lucky to be able to have this time and these choices. We do know that. It’s not a given, for a musician or for ANYONE to have such options. We’re proud of the life we’ve built - and we know there’s privilege there - and we’re LUCKY.

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  2. Congratulations on your enviable and successful vacation Jennet,Steve and Zoe. I almost felt relieved that you took such along and enjoyable vacation because since I' ve known you, in addition to my appreciation for your music and my admiration for all you had been active in, I had a little concern.I always, though, set it aside. Whatta heck. She is an Alpha!.
    Welcome back and I hope to hear you soon again.
    Dimitri

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    1. Thanks, Dimitri! It's always great to hear from you - and rest assured, you'll hear plenty from me this year!

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  3. Yes, a lovely post and account of loosening the handcuffs of everyday monotony and slipping away to a parallel reality.

    Three years ago we bought a travel trailer and entered into a world not obvious. A world that permitted staying longer or leaving sooner. “What she said” about drinking dark roast fresh brew in Death Valley or the Sequoias a day apart on your 42nd anniversary.

    Janie is a genius with imagination. Lucky me. She would do this full time. We compromise. 3 months on the road. 3 months at home. Countless adventures that would be a total blur but for yet another blessing - my artist-Wife is a terrific blogger so I can relive these extraordinary experiences with clarity. We were both moved, deeply, by your discovery. It is very hard to describe and courageous to share.

    Do we deserve this? Is it like glimpsing White Privilege for the first time? No, not the same. It is truly Human Privilege and it is there for us to seize.

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    1. It SHOULD be Human Privilege to be able to escape from the daily grind and find one's own magic. It's clearly not the case for everyone and I wish it could be. We are lucky. Love you, Russ and Janie!

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