I’m leaving in the very early hours tomorrow for a week’s vacation in hurricane-riven sunny Florida. I don’t know how much posting I’ll be able to do, but the plan right now is to blog my way through Disney World.
Yes, I’m going to Disney World, and I know that violates something in my anarcho-socialist makeup, so I feel that I need to defend myself.
Once upon a time, I decided I was well and done with family vacations. Having graduated from college, I felt it was high time to do the clichéd young adult globetrotting – a week or two in Europe, maybe backpacking in Canada, that sort of thing.
But then I went and had a really really shitty 6 months, and I’m not going to go over all that again for those who were there. (For those who weren’t: in January, I was diagnosed with testicular cancer. I’m much better now. The full story.) The upshot of this was that all of my high-falutin’ protestations of adulthood (“I have an apartment and a cat! Clearly I’m a grown-up!”) turned into the actual reality of adulthood (“I survived the deadliest disease in mankind’s history!”*), and I wasn’t entirely happy about it.
So, I decided to go for one last vacation with the parents, and to make it a kid-type vacation. Not that I’ll be riding on Dumbo, or any damn thing, but it became very important to me that I do something that would remind me of being 9, rather than something that would make me think about being 23. It’s kind of my closure with childhood & adolescence & all that. So it may be progressively-incorrect, but for once there’s something that matters to me more than making a statement.
Anyway, like I said, I hope to blog my way across the resort; just because I’m trying to recapture my youth doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being a wanker.