Last week we were back in our old stomping grounds in Virginia for a family vacation. I’ve heard the expression that you can never go back to a place and expect it to be the same, and I guess I had romanticized it more in my mind.
Don’t get me wrong, we had a lovely time, alternating days at The Historic Powhatan Resort, and with visits to family and friends.
When we arrived on Saturday there was just a little bit of snow left on the ground for the kids to get their fix. They wanted to play in the snow all winter, and given that where we live in Texas doesn’t have any, and it didn’t snow while we were in Ohio for Christmas, well, it worked out.
We spent a lot of time at the playground. The kids loved it. Unfortunately, they both caught colds during the week, so going swimming at the indoor pool was off the schedule.
We drove by to look at houses that we lived in. It was nostalgic and a little bittersweet. It was a little surreal to drive by our favorite areas in town and to see the changes in commercial buildings and businesses.
We did a little bit of shopping, a little bit of walking, and a little bit of relaxing. Well, as much as we could, as both the girls caught a cold! Ugh! It’s frustrating as it seems to happen every time we travel.
The girls shared a bedroom for the first time, and Nagini did great and slept in her twin bed just fine. We need to adjust her crib into a toddler bed now!
We walked around the resort and tried to feed the geese. It was a first for us, but the geese would have nothing to do with us! They swam away, which has never happened to me before.
We were at the playground when a couple of other guests played putt-putt. The girls were fascinated and wanted to try as well.
We did a couple of days later, and we made it through 10 holes before they were finished and ready to go back to the playground.
On our last day, Nagini kept saying, “Home” and with the exception of spending time with her uncle and cousin, she was done with vacation.
Going back to Virginia for a visit has made me realize that I don’t miss it as badly as I thought I did. I miss my family, of course, and the much, much more desirable traffic conditions, but other than that, it’s not as painful as I thought it would be. Oh, and the weather. I prefer the varying seasons.
Brian and I think a staycation is in order next time around!