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This week is a sad, sad week for me.
For the first time in my life…which is a cue that now I actually have a semblance of a real one…I don’t get a Spring Break. Oh sure, the University of Florida comrades I left behind are now undoubtedly somewhere near the likes of the Bahamas, Cancun, Jamaica, even Vail or Tahoe…far, far from this cubicle from which I write.
Not that I’m bitter or anything.
Sad as it is that I won’t be able to enjoy my own tropical getaway, it could be worse. In my forced optimism, I look at it this way: It’s not like I live in the middle of nowhere and Spring Break is my only hope for escape. I live in Fort Lauderdale, for crying out loud! What’s that saying people in places like this always use? Oh yeah…"I live where you vacation."
So rather than seeking out Spring Break this year, Spring Break is coming to me. And not in the “crazy kids running amuck” kind of way…more like a “people here to have a good time and experience something new” kind of way.
To be honest, from my own experience undergrads in Florida want to get out of Florida for Spring Break anyway. That combined with the ever-growing and quite insatiable desire to explore any and all uncharted territory drives us college kids to go as unique and exotic as our (or Mom and Dad’s) wallets allow.
As for the high school set, I imagine the scenario is the same on a smaller scale. They want to get away, and in this case may be limited to Florida. But that doesn’t mean Daytona or the Keys are out of the question.
My point is, to concur with my blogging buddy below, the amount of Spring Break coeds milling the streets has experienced a dramatic drop in number. Sure, they’re here, and I don’t blame them. Just not in the droves of years past.
So in the place of the Florida natives I’ve seen my share of Ohio, Michigan, and Pennsylvania plates coasting up and down AIA and Las Olas Boulevard in the past week or so. But I find it fun. It’s a nice, slightly self-indulgent feeling to be able to meet some of the out-of-staters and when they ask where you’re from answer simply, “Here.” Especially for this almost-graduate, whose feelings of loss over a once-coveted week of abandon are still fresh.
If I can’t have a week off to party and gallivant up and down the beach, at least I’m in a place where people who can come to do just that. Being surrounded by so much vitality makes it a little easier to deal with the sadness of Spring Break lost.
That and being able to smugly say, “I live where you vacation.”
For the first time in my life…which is a cue that now I actually have a semblance of a real one…I don’t get a Spring Break. Oh sure, the University of Florida comrades I left behind are now undoubtedly somewhere near the likes of the Bahamas, Cancun, Jamaica, even Vail or Tahoe…far, far from this cubicle from which I write.
Not that I’m bitter or anything.
Sad as it is that I won’t be able to enjoy my own tropical getaway, it could be worse. In my forced optimism, I look at it this way: It’s not like I live in the middle of nowhere and Spring Break is my only hope for escape. I live in Fort Lauderdale, for crying out loud! What’s that saying people in places like this always use? Oh yeah…"I live where you vacation."
So rather than seeking out Spring Break this year, Spring Break is coming to me. And not in the “crazy kids running amuck” kind of way…more like a “people here to have a good time and experience something new” kind of way.
To be honest, from my own experience undergrads in Florida want to get out of Florida for Spring Break anyway. That combined with the ever-growing and quite insatiable desire to explore any and all uncharted territory drives us college kids to go as unique and exotic as our (or Mom and Dad’s) wallets allow.
As for the high school set, I imagine the scenario is the same on a smaller scale. They want to get away, and in this case may be limited to Florida. But that doesn’t mean Daytona or the Keys are out of the question.
My point is, to concur with my blogging buddy below, the amount of Spring Break coeds milling the streets has experienced a dramatic drop in number. Sure, they’re here, and I don’t blame them. Just not in the droves of years past.
So in the place of the Florida natives I’ve seen my share of Ohio, Michigan, and Pennsylvania plates coasting up and down AIA and Las Olas Boulevard in the past week or so. But I find it fun. It’s a nice, slightly self-indulgent feeling to be able to meet some of the out-of-staters and when they ask where you’re from answer simply, “Here.” Especially for this almost-graduate, whose feelings of loss over a once-coveted week of abandon are still fresh.
If I can’t have a week off to party and gallivant up and down the beach, at least I’m in a place where people who can come to do just that. Being surrounded by so much vitality makes it a little easier to deal with the sadness of Spring Break lost.
That and being able to smugly say, “I live where you vacation.”
posted by ALYG8R at 3:52 PM
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