It feels pretty fucking fancy to take a vacation for vacation’s sake. It costs a lot in time and money, and I have no idea how people with children take the early summer trips TV suggests they do. This isn’t to say that I’m not in a pretty privileged position when it comes to leisure time. I mean, I’m a college professor. I work a lot more than most people think I do, but it is also true that I am largely in control of how and where I spend my time. I mean, I’m teaching two classes right now, and I could still take off for four days and just keep up with grades and email via the free WiFi at the Best Western Fallsview (total misnomer, unless you count a view of Margaritaville and a parking lot “the falls”). That’s some serious luxury that I never forget I have. At the same time, I also make a whole lot less money than most people probably think I do—you can look it up—and that means I can’t exactly afford fancy-pants vacations. I’m middle class enough, though, to afford these four days in a hotel, eating $40 breakfasts at the IHOP and tossing $20 here and there for various tourist trappings. I can see why everybody wants to save the middle class—I’m in it, and it is wondrous. More than anything, it means I can afford to take a trip that doesn’t fulfill some other obligation, like attending a work-related conference or seeing my mother. I can make a second trip to see mom later (and mom, if you’re reading this, I totally will—I’ll call you next week, promise).