After one week off, I am back at university today. My week off went so quickly, especially since I still had to work at the bookshop, which included stocktake – the week was not particularly restful. However, I did find a chance to escape on daytrips a couple of times. I am so lucky that Adelaide is close to so many amazing places, like the Barossa Valley (where my friend and I went to visit Maggie Beer’s Farm Shop), Hahndorf in the Adelaide Hills (where Ben and I went for lunch at a restaurant that only uses locally products) and seaside town Goolwa (where Ben’s family has a beach house – unfortunately for us, the power switched off only a couple of hours after we arrived, and we were stuck in the pitch black, before giving it up as a lost case and having to drive home in the middle of the night).
Holidays are a chance to escape from it all, and it occurred to me that even the days that I didn’t drive off to some delicious location, I could still escape – with books. For me, the chance to dive into a story is like escaping. I realize that I always associate holidays, or time away, with books. Taking a plane trip? Buy a new book for the plane. Going to the beach? Bring a book to sunbake with. Long car drive to visit relatives? I am lucky enough that I don’t get carsick while I read. Reading is a type of escape for me, and whenever I have the luxury to escape my everyday routine, I want a new book to accompany me. So while I really enjoyed my day trips away during my week off, I also enjoyed the chance to snuggle up in bed for a whole lazy afternoon, and read to my hearts content.