Back in the groove
Last week, I returned to work after spending one week in Dallas and another in my apartment. It was the first time I had ever taken two weeks off at a time. I donít know about you guys, but Iím a real worker bee. When I donít have any work to do, I go a little crazy. Fortunately, Gideon and I had plenty to do during my two weeks off.
We kicked off the festivities at a sweet Airbnb in Dallas, which promised a private hot tub when we booked the place. The hot tub did exist, but it didnít work when we got there. I decided to be optimistic and focus on the high ceilings, interesting light fixtures and private back yard. But you regular readers know I am not an optimist. Itís possible I cursed the broken hot tub a time or two. I might have called it a ďbig fat lieĒ at one point. What can I say? I speak the truth.
Despite the hot tub failing us, Gideon and I found plenty of fun in Dallas. We checked out the Grapevine Mills Mall, which felt like the size of Carroll County. Iím sure it wasnít that big, but I bet you could fit downtown Eureka Springs in the food court. I find it really strange to visit a hugely populated area after living in Carroll County for so long. Who knew that many people exist?
The population of Dallas became especially apparent when we drove on the interstate during rush hour in a thunderstorm. They say there are moments where you find out who you are. Well, that was the moment Gideon and I discovered who we are and how well we work together in a crisis. I love that man, but we will not be applying for The Amazing Race any time soon. It pains me to say that. You guys know I have dreams of reality TV stardom.
On Saturday night, a friend visited us and we went to see the Old 97ís. Gideon and I first saw the Old 97ís on New Yearís Eve in 2013 in Dallas, so we felt like we had to go to the show. It was a great performance ĖĖ the energy bounced off the walls, and we made some new friends in the crowd. Then we left before the encore, jumped in our Uber and headed back to the Airbnb. I am truly the life of the party, guys.
Gideon and I had planned to return on New Yearís Day, but we missed our cats too much. We started driving back at 8:30 p.m. on New Yearís Eve. Gideon thought it was romantic to leave early, just us and the road. I thought it was convenient to avoid traffic, just us and the road. You can tell which one of us is the optimist.
We celebrated the new year somewhere in Oklahoma, making our way into Eureka Springs around 2:30 a.m. New Yearís Day. Iím pleased to report our kitties did miss us, though not as much as I had hoped. Gideon and I spent the next four days cleaning and organizing the apartment. He manned the litter boxes while I swept and mopped the kitchen. It was a truly glamorous way to spend the second week of my vacation.
Now Iím back, and Iím happy to be. Last year was tough between Gideon finishing his masterís degree and me coping with the loss of a friend. It felt right to spend the last week of the year and the first week of the new year together with no responsibilities. Weíre still learning how to navigate everything life has in store for us, but who isnít?
I came back to work last week feeling well-rested and knowing everythingís going to be OK. It was a much-needed break. Iím grateful to be back with all of you. Thank you for reading my column and for being part of our community. Hereís to hoping 2019 is the best year so far!
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Samantha Jones is associate editor for Carroll County Newspapers. Her email address is Citizen.Editor.Eureka@gmail.com