In February my sister said our family is planning a trip to Martha’s Vineyard this summer. This is our family vacation spot, having spent countless summers at various rental homes over the course of my 58 years here on earth. We are not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, but back then, the Vineyard wasn’t the posh (and expensive) vacation destination it is now. A friend of my father’s had invited him up there when he was in his 20s and he fell in love with the place. Thus, our family vacation spot was chosen.
These days we stay with our cousins who own a house up there. However, we learned that their daughter, also our cousin, was dying of cancer, and as a family we felt that bombarding her house probably wasn’t a good idea this year. This left us looking for a rental, which makes going to the Vineyard a more expensive vacation than I am accustomed to. Add to this that I just had some very expensive dental surgery done (which I have to pay off). So, I made the decision not to go.
This began to torture me. The thought of my sisters and nieces (not to mention by brand new great niece) soaking in that glorious Vineyard atmosphere, while I’m stuck in Palmyra, Virginia was eating me alive. How in the world was I going to survive the week they would be up there, with Facebook and Instagram posts mocking me every day.
Then I got the news that my cousin with cancer had passed away. My father had introduced the Vineyard to these cousins who embraced it just like our family had. My cousin had spent summers living and working on the island, and now she was gone. I’m no spring chicken, and after talking it over with my husband, we decided I should go with my family, regardless of the cost. Who knows how many chances I’ll have to relax on Martha’s Vineyard with my family in the future?
I called my sister to see if there was still room in the house they rented, and as luck would have it, there is one bed left. Also, it turns out they rented a house right in the heart of Edgartown, which for me was a game-changer. The other house we used to stay at was about a 20 minute walk to town. This house? I’m lucky if it’s 5. It will be so easy to just leave the house and wander into town if you’re bored, or want some sun, or forgot to pick something up.
If you read my last post, you’ll know that I’ll have to work while I’m up there, but in all honesty, who cares. I can bang out a bunch of ads each morning, check for corrections in the afternoon, and bask in the sun the rest of the time. I’m just not going to worry about it. I want to enjoy my family, while we are still all around to enjoy each other.