I came hurtling back to real life after my mini-break. I longed to continue the vacation, and put up a valiant effort by stopping at a French restaurant to have a glass of wine and french fries. But because this is my life, I fought through too much traffic and suffered through substandard service.
C’est la vie!
The glam could not continue: I traded my day dresses for sweatpants and a t-shirt, and my house smells deliciously of fried chicken and love. There is laundry to be done. There was a joy in pulling into our long driveway, and chatting excitedly with my family about all I discovered.
The days on the beach allowed me to rediscover a sense of my own unbridled freedom. It’s a freedom I am afraid to lose once I am in love + married. On the drive back, I tried to convince myself that falling in love allows for a new kind of freedom.
We shall see. In the meantime, I need to find a job to finance all of my adventures. I came back with a full stomach and an empty wallet.
i miss it already.
until next time!