When I saw the theme for this week’s Photo Friday, I immediately got the shakes and went into convulsions. I don’t really know how to unplug, I thought to myself. I like to tell myself that I do, and that sometimes I can, like when I sit down on the couch and get lost in a book and then I look up and poof! Six hours have gone by, it’s dark outside, and I had absolutely no idea that anyone or anything outside of me, the pages, and the typeface existed.
But those kinds of afternoons seem to be fewer and farther between lately, and unplugging is one of those mind-body-work-HFS-lay-off-the-everything things I need to work on. Balance has never been my strong point, physically or mentally.
So I thought long and hard about it, about what I really like to do to unplug, and you know what I thought about?
I thought about how I like to go to Baltimore.
It’s less than an hour’s drive to Charm City from DC, which I think a lot of people don’t realize. Or if they do realize it, they think, “Mmm…Baltimore. Dirty. Crime-y.” But when I think of Baltimore, I think, “Oooo! Exciting restaurant scene! Some of my favorite friends to see! Family dinners! A healthy dose of non-pretentiousness!”
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it a million times again: discovering—and falling in love with—Baltimore was probably one of the biggest surprises when I moved out to DC. I didn’t know that I’d end up doing a ton of freelance work there that would take me exploring all over the city. I couldn’t have predicted that I’d be so charmed by its character both in its beauty and in its filth. I would never have guessed that Baltimore would help shape me so much into the person I am.
So going up for a night out in Baltimore, or driving up for a Sunday Family Dinner with my girls (even though only one of them lives in Baltimore, and the rest of us come up from DC), and seeing the skyline on the horizon as you pitch off of 95 and into the Inner Harbor….yeah.
That’s one of the ways I unplug.
Don’t forget to check out Calliope’s site to see how other Photo Fridayers unplug.