After seeing one too many stacks of gorgeous Christmas decor relegated to clearance sections everywhere I turned, I realize that I either had to escape Los Angeles or I had to find someone to prescribe me some Zoloft.
Needless to say, Ali agreed that a little vacation was a cheaper and more efficient way to overcome my post-holiday slump. So instead of searching in vain for a shrink, we packed up, hopped on a plane, and flew up to San Francisco.
We’ve been here for a little more than 24 hours and I can already tell that despite the change in venue, it’s basically business as usual.
After checking in at our hotel Ali created a satellite office and settled in with his phones, computer, and various cables.
Maya’s questions and demands continued in rapid-fire…can I watch TV…I need a snack…I want to go ice skating…why do YOU get a robe and slippers and I don’t?
For a moment I wondered why we spent money to get away when nothing really changed at all. But then I saw some old familiar names…
And suddenly I realized that familiarity isn’t such a bad thing after all.
I’m about to re-familiarize myself with my favorite place in the world – Bloomingdale’s – and Ali’s credit card. I guess you could say that despite the change in venue, it’s once again business as usual.