I made it five days into my dream vacation before bursting into tears in the middle of the elevator in my hotel.
I was in London, giving myself the break everyone told me I needed — the break I’d wished for so many times. Finally, I could put down the weight on my shoulders that never goes away. No work. No responsibility.
And, most significantly of all, no kids.
I’d never been away from my kids for longer than a day. I’m a single dad, and they’re teenagers, so it was a long time coming.
And it was great… until it wasn’t.