It started with a couple of stolen hours. We’d pick a date that worked for all of us, crossing our fingers for no last-minute work emergencies, sick children or childcare cop outs. Our rendezvous destination was generally somewhere in the middle – north for them, south for me.
On the given day, as I put miles between myself and the responsibilities and demands of home, I recall becoming aware of my breath. It was almost as if I had been holding my breath, neither inhaling or exhaling with any depth, for what seemed like days. Those couple of hours shared with my girlfriends reset my heart, my lungs and my mind.
As our lives have progressed, our opportunities to get together have also grown. A quick shared meal evolved into an occasional overnight in NYC, complete with dinner and drinks. On one occasion, as I packed to leave Albany for 2 nights in the city, I realized that I was borderline sick and in desperate need of a nap. I also knew that my chances of actually getting a nap (and being taken care of) were better in the city with the girls than at home with the guys. I went.
We’ve explored new neighborhoods as we allowed Hotwire and Priceline to determine where we stayed, economizing on accommodations to allow for some shopping as we attempted to bring some of our peace of mind home. We’ve got restaurants and cocktail bars which we consider to be “ours” and have had some wonderful trips making memories to last a lifetime.
We’ve just returned from our most ambitious girls’ trip ever – 5 nights in New Orleans. I can’t tell you how many times I said “Can you believe how fortunate we are that we are able to do this?” during the trip. The fact that we have come to a place where we have the resources and time to pull off a get away like this impresses me to no end. I don’t know when we got to be such grown up women, but I like it. A lot.