Break March

March has come into season like a lamb, nice and easy, which, for all of us afflicted with superstitious sentiments, means it will surely go out like a lion (kind of like the drunk uncle forcibly removed from a family reunion).

Awesome. Can鈥檛 wait.

I鈥檝e read conflicting reports on the origin of this lion-lamb proverb, but suffice it to say, I believe it to be a true account of the month鈥檚 meteorological entry and exit. Can we just skip ahead to May?

Forgive my grumpiness, but I really need a vacation. When I was a kid, March Break meant adventure, long car rides usually to a beach and the expanse of the ocean. If I close my eyes, I can smell that salt air. I can hear the waves and the seagulls. I had a fortunate childhood and I鈥檓 grateful for it. Thanks Mom and Dad. Good memories.

Adulting looked easier when I was a kid. Trips were free. As we approach another March Break, I feel like March may break me (it won鈥檛, but sometimes I like to be dramatic; play along).

It鈥檚 not that I cannot take the time to get away, I simply cannot afford to take a break from the life I really could use a temporary break from (routine exhaustion is a thing).

I don鈥檛 care if that sounds whiny.

I鈥檓 legit whining.

But you could help. If you鈥檙e heading off on vacation, take me with you. I volunteer. I鈥檓 an excellent travel companion. I鈥檓 super fun. I pack light. I won鈥檛 ask annoying questions like 鈥渁re we there yet?鈥 and while I need a lot of bathroom breaks, I鈥檓 self-sufficient, so I can pack my own snacks.

I enjoy long car rides and make excellent road trip playlists so we can sing together in the car. Think of the fun we鈥檇 have. Don鈥檛 put me in the backseat though because, well, I鈥檒l upchuck my snacks. I can鈥檛 help it. Fair warning.

There鈥檚 one caveat to our travel plans: I don鈥檛 have a passport. I know everyone should have a passport. True. But if you can鈥檛 afford a vacation, chances are you can鈥檛 afford a passport for the vacation you aren鈥檛 taking, so there.

I realize this limits our potential March Break travel adventure together, but it doesn鈥檛 have to. I鈥檇 rather see my own country than anybody else鈥檚, so if a stay-cation is in your plan, I鈥檓 in.

I鈥檒l help you eat all your groceries and we can sing along to my all-Canadian playlist; you, me and Stompin鈥 Tom. Oh, the memories we could make.

Nevermind. I get it. You have plans with your people. Family first. There鈥檚 only room for one carsick person. I get it.

I鈥檒l just be over here, where you left me, getting ready for work, wondering how you can sleep at night knowing you鈥檝e left me behind while you鈥檙e at the swim-up bar ordering an umbrella drink served in a coconut. Oh yeah? Well, I鈥檒l see your coconut and raise you a Yeti with tap water, so there.

Whatever you do this March Break, I sincerely wish you a safe, happy journey and all the sunscreen you need to not get burnt. You deserve it, no doubt (the vacation, not the burn).

Make good memories. Don鈥檛 take the moments with your people for granted. Relax. Smile. Don鈥檛 worry about me.

I鈥檒l be here, filling out my passport application, because I鈥檓 next.

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