Monday morning.  I fall back into the monotonous hum of that work-week cycle we all know too well.  What’s up with that anyways? I don’t know if it’s like this across the working-America board, and obviously I can’t speak for all New Yorkers, but every time that dreaded Monday comes around, I can physically feel my feet get heavier. As the week goes on, I drag my worn down commuting flats and my boring Tupperware-d lunch, squish myself onto the 4 train and trudge across the passageway that leads me to the Times Square shuttle.  I occasionally acknowledge this daily dread, but I have to be careful not to think too hard about it in real time, otherwise some unsuspecting fellow commuter might have to pick my sobbing self up of that squeaky-clean subway floor.  Sometimes I want to just sit, like those dogs you see being pulled by their owners, who decide they just don’t feel like walking anymore, so they plant their butts on the sidewalk and stand firm as their owners yank.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m profoundly grateful for being able to have a paying job, but really, are these the glory days we always dreamed of?  Is this what we’re stuck with?  The real question is, what exactly are we supposed to do now that we’re “adults?”  It’s weird, and totally caught me off guard.  I’m beginning to believe that people who are genuinely happy with what they do, belong in the land of unicorns, leprechauns, and lollipop trees.

Turns out, I have found a place that briefly tempers the sting of my 5-day week.  Although I unfortunately can’t make a permanent escape, quick weekend trips help temporarily lift the grump-cloud from my current sob-story.

Before the drive out to Montauk, I took the train up to meet my parents at my house. I made myself lunch while waiting for everyone to pack up their toothbrushes.  It’s always an interesting game trying to put together lunch at their house.  I suppose since the kids moved out, they’ve been eating a little on the simpler side.  That, and I also can’t exactly eat their leftover skirt steak from the night before.

This was a spinach salad with 1/2 of an apple, walnuts, and a balsamic vinegar dressing.

I also found some vegetable dumplings in the freezer that I just boiled in water:

Aren’t these bowls pretty? Some may just go missing from my house soon…

And then we hit the road!  I’ve done the drive a million times (or so) with my parents, and I was saying to them that it’s funny how when you’re little, 2 hours in the car feels like years, and when you get older the time flies.  Hey, hey! Look at that. I found one perk to growing up!!  Time goes by faster!  Wait a minute… never mind.

Anyways, we made it.

Our house out there is under some construction, and is in disarray.  Okay – it’s glorified camping.  Let me illustrate the scene for you: I attempted to take a shower last night, and after lathering up my hair with shampoo, the water just turned off.  Done for the night.  Just didn’t feel like letting me rinse out my sudsy hair.  Cool.  The night ended with my mom rinsing my hair out over out kitchen sink using a bottle of Poland Spring. I then had the lovely fortune to sleep on an air mattress, covered in dust, that deflated throughout the night allowing me to wake up on the cozy floor.

And yet, I was still glowing with happiness to be there.

We grabbed lunch the next day from Joni’s.  One of my favorite spots for lunch in Montauk.  Unfortunately, during the peak summer months, it’s also everyone else’s favorite so it was nice getting a little elbow room at the table.

I ordered a butternut squash soup, and a carrot, apple, beet, ginger and lemon juice.

If you’re still reading, you’re a saint.  Thank you for listening to me rant.  After this weekend, I came home with nearly every cell in my body feeling renewed. This may have been just a bad few weeks, or maybe some big life changes need to be made, but that is still yet to be seen.  I know that everything will work out as it should, and who knows, lollipop trees may really exist somewhere.