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An Agonizing High in Lake Tahoe 15 Years Later
A story about revisiting a town
Escape. I need to escape.
Every night, my dreams take me to exotic, far-away places I wish existed: the ever-expanding mall with its illuminating lights, with thousands of shopping and entertainment options, or travel to the abundant amusement park rich in insane coasters.
Those dreams aren’t saying to visit such places (they don’t exist). However, my dreams tell me I desire to escape, and I don’t care where; staying at home has become grating, and I need someplace to travel without too many people since the virus remains an issue no matter how often we ignore it.
Regardless, my parents became valiant, and my family and I traveled to and from my grandparent’s house to visit them or attend parties.
Those visits have been excellent. It’s great seeing my grandparents, but I’m missing something. Something that can shake off the exhaustion I feel and help me escape the shrill cocoon I’ve kept myself in for two years.
I, too, can tell my parents felt the weight of being home and needed a vacation.
I told my folks we should go to Europe. See the other countries to know which one would suit us once the US falls apart. My folks thought it was an excellent idea, but…
