Abroad at Home
I'm on vacation. But I'm not going anywhere. Instead of taking a vacation from my life, I'm taking a vacation
in my life. Instead of dealing with airports, hotels, and entertaining a 2-year-old in unfamiliar places, I'm basically exploring what it would be like to be unemployed with plenty of money, at least for a limited time. So, I'm fixing up the
back yard, reading some
novels I've been meaning to get to, going to
karate, and spending time with my wife and kid without checking my email or taking calls every 5 minutes.
It's funny that the difference is so pronounced, since as a telecommuter, it's not like this is a big change of scene. But it's amazing how much the reprieve from the barrage of email/calls/deadlines matters to my mental state.
I heartily encourage all telecommuters to try a vacation at home next time around to reconnect to your domestic space as a domestic space.