Nordic Escape, I shall miss you dearly

posted by Jeff | Tuesday, November 3, 2009, 11:20 PM | comments: 0

Tonight was it. I probably had my last dip in the hot tub. I was blessed with a cloudless sky, an almost-full moon and no wind.

When the dudes come to cart it away, it'll be harder than it was to see my living room furniture go, even though it was only with me for about two and a half years. I've never bought anything that expensive that I completely didn't need, and never felt worse about it. At first, anyway.

In March of 2007, I had just got the second half of my bonus (remember those?), and my tax refund hit as well. I was just about debt free. What's a single guy to do with a shit storm of cash like that? The responsible thing would've been to save it or something, but at that point, I felt like I owed myself something.

A hot tub was an immediate consideration, but there was so much guilt from even thinking about it. I'm not sure where that came from, but I was accustomed to buying people lunch, donating to charity, driving conservative cars, etc., and this seemed so dirty and selfish. Like the ultimate single guy stupid thing.

But that night I finally got in it... wow... that all changed. I no longer felt like a jerk, I just felt relaxed. And that's how I've felt ever since then, generally four to six times per week. Winter was a hundred times more bearable, when the hot water would contrast the white snowy hill behind my house. When I was stressed out, the bubbles took the stress away. It was a place I could simply think or turn off my brain. The therapeutic value was priceless.

The really funny thing is that it never was a chick magnet. In fact, grand total, only six people total have ever been in it, and of those, Diana was the only person I was truly ever dating. When I was dating, it never came up in conversation.

I'll miss having access to that thing. With priorities changing, I wonder when I'll have one again.


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