So after two full days in Virginia doing some super awesome (but ultimately, very tiring to my still recovering self) activities from my road trip binder, I felt freer than I typically would to call uncle. I was tired. I was getting grouchy. I didn't want to look at any more museums or historical sites. I didn't want to pay any more admissions. I didn't want to update my blog with summaries of what we had done. I just wanted to be home.
***Side note*** It helps that Virginia isn't too far from our new home. We'll have time to see these sights (and more) over the next four years, and I am sure I'll appreciate them a lot more when I'm not so burnt out! Plus, my family is visiting us later this month and we are doing lots of touristy stuff with them. I need time to recover from tourist-overload before they get here. ***End of side note***
We called our new landlord to see if we could bump up our move-in date from June 6 to ASAP and were told we could pick up our keys Monday afternoon (based on our move-in date they hadn't yet gotten our apartment ready from the previous tenants - which is totally understandable). Since we had about 48 hours to kill, we figured we'd end the trip with a bang, and drove from Charlottesville, VA to Atlantic City (a 6 hour drive).
So here we are. It's noon. I'm still in bed and plan to lay here a bit longer. Once I get my lazy self up and showered, we'll explore the boardwalk, maybe hit the beach, and then tonight we'll do some drinking, eating, and gambling.
I couldn't be happier with this decision.
And apparently, Atlantic City is always "happy":
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