An escape abroad. Go to work, clean the house, back to work, back to cleaning, shopping, visit the mother, visit my sister. It was all getting too much to handle which is when I booked the flight to Greece. It was time to take control of my own life. I had been so busy I hadn’t even felt the touch of a man in seven years. It was ridiculous thinking how I’ve become someone I always said I wouldn’t: A workaholic who only thought about how to get my next promotion and never thought about what haircut I should get. I was letting go of myself too young. Sometimes a woman needs a break; she needs to leave everything behind her and take a few days off. A vacation from herself and reality. Sever the ties that link the world you know and the ideal world and just swim in the wonders of your fantasies. I was one of those women; I needed some form of escapism. I couldn’t handle the high maintenance life of a eight day a week doctor anymore. I was tired, my hands were hardened, and I was aging five years every birthday.
