Our daily life and routine is unique, so date nights are rare, which is unfortunate because Chuck and I really enjoy dating each other. It’s one of our favorite hobbies.
With childcare secured (yay grandparents!), my husband and I were able to spend about nine hours (NINE HOURS) without the boys. We went to King of Prussia (Primark!) and then to downtown Philly to tool around in whatever we could find. No real agenda, but that’s pretty much how we roll on vacation.
Being so close to Independence Day, Philadelphia was properly decorated.
The most interesting area we saw was Elfreth’s Alley in Old City, the country’s oldest continually inhabited residential street. It’s been lovingly kept to standard.
The drizzle was annoying, but we missed any sort of downpour. That meant the streets weren’t packed with tourists and locals. We roamed around Old City until our feet hurt.
We got home last night from what felt like a long and short family vacation. Long in the car, short with the family. The usual.
This is how it is when you don’t live near family, or when any of your family members live near each other. My side is sprinkled across the country, primarily on the east coast, but still. Seeing my people includes long-distance travel almost every time.
But it’s worth it, you know?
Most of our time was spent in Philadelphia with my parents. We went horseback riding, spent an evening at Hershey Park, and Chuck and I were able to spend a whole day alone. We wandered around not knowing what to do with ourselves!
We’re home now, happy to be reunited with our home and beds and space. I missed my pets, missed my routine, and missed eating my own home-cooked meals. Vacation is always fun, but so is coming home.
These are just a few photos from my phone. Sit tight for the ones from my camera. They are fabulous.
I’ll eventually get around to posting more about my weekend in Philadelphia, just like I’ll eventually get around to cleaning out my dresser and organizing the five containers of loose photos stashed in the guest room closet. Eventually.
You all know that Girls Weekend is sacred to us, so I don’t have to begin by explaining our 12-year friendship or our decade of three-day weekends spent talking, eating and soaking up every second of each others lives. Susan and Lesli are a part of my extended family and I think about them and miss them nearly every day.
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