If you’re like me, you completely forgot it was September 1st.
You forgot that summer would ever come to an end.
You forgot that garden fresh tomatoes and cucumbers and corn don’t last forever (or maybe you just wished it out from your memory.)
And. If you’re like me. You have a very difficult time readjusting to real life after vacation.
This is about the extent of my creativity over the past 3 days. Aside from that fancy schmancy bowl of cereal that I had for dinner last night.
(Don’t every say that I’m not honest.)
(I think my parents are missin’ the simplistic joy of vacation too…)
I’ve been trying my hardest to remember what life was like beforehand. You know. Six days ago. Way, way back in August.
So, I went out for a run, in an attempt to “bring me back.”
But I think I might still have some of that remaining Toll House Cookie Pie sitting in my stomach, because I may or may not have been passed by a speed walker. True story.
I really would rather be here.
But. Here’s another confession.
You can’t beat home.
You can’t beat your own bed.
You can’t beat waving hello to the neighbors who call you “that girl who’s always running.”
You can’t beat that steamy morning cup of coffee in your favorite mug.
As much as I love vacations and just being away. As much as I crave that time to escape and explore. Even as much. I love my home even more.
And that’s an honest confession.
QUESTION: What is your favorite vacationing spot?