every fall i get a little wanderlusty. we used to take a big vacation every autumn after yom kippur. we usually left on simchat torah, which marked the end of the holiday craziness for me. simchat torah starts tonight at sundown so i can't shake the feeling i should be heading to the airport. add to that a dream i had last night about cinque terre, where we spent a blissful week in 2003, and i am raring to go.
alas, it is not to be. between moving plans and epic to do lists there are no vacations in the foreseeable future. maybe next year.