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We're going on our first car trip this weekend. We're going to scout out the vacation home the hospital owns for my family vacation this summer. It's in the Catskill Mountains & has a pool (useless to me now, of course) and tennis courts (useless to me at all times) and is surrounded by woods & mountains (which will be useful for serial killers or crazy backwoods types who want to pop-out on one of our strolls through the forest & make us squeal like pigs). I can't ever enjoy being totally alone, because my mind always fools me into thinking I'm not entirely alone and then I try to figure out who is spying on me & where they could be hiding and what they will do to me when they catch me. Then I get really worked up I have to run inside the nearest shelter and slam the door behind me. And check to see if it's really locked 3 or 4 times. I have problems, I know.