Working in Vacationland

This weekend is my hometown's own little spring break. Yes, it's early, but this will be the only weekend for months to come when our town isn't full of visitors. All the people wearing brand new Dale Jr No. 88 Amp hats have finally gone. Although it was good having them here. Really. Please come back next year!

Next weekend you'll see a noticeable increase in motorcycle traffic as bike weeks begins. Two weeks of people here on vacation, enjoying themselves and their shiny new bikes, and yet we're still working. 

It's hard to work in everyone else's vacation land. Not only are you constantly reminded that OTHER people are having fun and NOT working. But you also get friends/family who roll into town to enjoy the events, call you up and want you to come along. Beloved and I might play hooky one day during bike week, maybe 2 days, but we live here. We're not just visiting. And we have to get up and go to work.

So when my friends/family all comment on how "lucky" we are to live here - we don't have to travel to enjoy speedweeks, bike week, spring break, the beaches, etc. I remind them that being surrounded by so many people on vacation when you're not isn't always ideal.

Not that I'm complaining. I'd just rather be on vacation.