I'm back from my Cape Cod vacation a little bit early. We.. didn't really have that great of a time. The main reason was that my mom's sister and husband stayed with us as well for the whole week instead of a few days like was originally planned. My aunt is wonderful in spans of a few days, but anything longer gets really grating. She's like a hypochondriac Martha Stewart. (She brought garden-grown vegetables and blueberries and homemade bran muffins!)


On Sunday my aunt and uncle arrived and.. we started cleaning hardcore. The house was a good house but it was pretty nasty because it wasn't lived in enough. The entire downstairs reeked with mold and mildew, and all the lawn furniture and grill in the shed was covered in mold too. We cleaned all the lawn furniture thoroughly and tried to air out the basement but to no avail. My aunt and uncle decided they couldn't sleep down there, so they kicked me out of my upstairs bedroom and into my mom's upstairs bedroom. Sunday night I couldn't sleep at all due to my mom's incessant snoring, so I slept out on the futon in the living room for the rest of the vacation.

Monday me and mom went to Provincetown while my aunt and uncle went driving and visited some cemeteries to see if they could find any headstones of my uncle's ancestors who lived on the Cape. Mmm, P-town.

By Tuesday it'd already felt like I'd been there a week and my aunt was grating on me something fierce. I went by myself to a water park while the rest went to a fancy restaurant in Chatham.

By Wednesday I was really sick of this vacation and declined to go along to our planned trip to Nantucket. Good thing too, since soon after stepping off the ferry, my aunt stepped in a hole on a brick sidewalk and fell. They were forced to spend the day in the hospital for what turned out to be a severely sprained ankle.

With my aunt injured, they decided to leave early Thursday, and my mom graciously offered me to leave Thursday as well, which I happily accepted. After packing everything up, me and mom went to a beach on the bay side and another on the ocean side, then had an awesome Japanese dinner before heading home.


Most of the problem I had with the vacation was not that I was bored, but that what input I was getting was completely un-stimulating, which made me feel almost braindead. My aunt constantly told longwinded stories which seemed like they should be interesting the same way Martha Stewart's shows should be somewhat interesting, but usually leave you numb in a domestic doldrum. We walked. We drove. We looked at pretty things. I played video games. We watched baseball. We talked in a vacuous suburban language. I barely learned anything and barely felt stimulated.

The other problem was that my aunt and uncle started getting on my nerves fiercely. They nagged me to try to get me to go to bed at 11pm constantly, at one point my aunt trying to command me to do it as if I was 13 again. I couldn't talk about anything interesting and kept getting deluged by stories of white violets taking over her garden and their recent trips to some sanitary tourist destination. When she declared Jon Stewart tasteless by "making jokes" about serious, depressing things, I was labelled argumentative when I tried to explain why I thought he wasn't.

I don't think I'm addicted to the internet. I think I'm addicted to the information the internet has to offer; so many times I wished I could look up some more information about some place, or use Streets & Trips for a map, or even just get lost in Wikipedia when I got bored. I think I'd say I regret going, but I didn't have a tortuous bad time or anything like that. I just think I would have had more fun staying at home.

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