About once a year I allow myself to escape. I tune out my life. I ignore the laundry. I don't answer emails. I don't even really pay attention to my cell phone.
I just escape.
Last year I went to Rome. I met Hadassah and Marcus, and watched them fall in love. I marveled at Hadassah's steadfast devotion to the man called Jesus Christ that her father knew and loved. I ached for her, as she tried desperately to show her God to the family that enslaved her. I cried the first time Marcus realized that the mysterious veiled servant was the slave girl that he had once loved.
I went to Rome and I stayed there until The Mark of the Lion was over.
Since Monday I have been in Panem. I have hated the Capital. I have been desperate for Katniss to let herself love.
I have learned that "Team Peeta" is not about animal rights.
I very purposefully saved this trilogy for Spring Vacation. I knew that once I started I would not be able to stop, because I can't stop myself when I have escaped into a novel.
It drives Nathan crazy.
I finished Catching Fire last night, and have started Mockingjay. I am already mourning the fact that by the end of the weekend it will all be over. I will have to come home to Ladera Ranch. I will have to face the mountain of laundry in my hallway, the stack of dishes in my sink, and the work that needs to be done so that the Student/Teacher Planners can go on sale at the end of the month, as promised.
And I will have to wait for my next escape.
I wonder where I will go next.
But for now I return to Panem.