There’s something nice about coming home from vacation. All the familiarity and comfort is kind of great. My bed instantly molded to my body, there are no bugs flying or crawling around my house, it’s so easy to be able to put the dog on his backyard leash for a pee. Usually I feel really sad coming home from the Vineyard, but this year, not so much. We had the worst stretch of weather we’ve ever had, so I have to admit to have gotten a little bored. After all, it’s all about the beach, and well, when you take that away, there’s only so much EVEN I CAN SHOP.
Anyway, grateful to be home. Without much of a tan, without my watch, without my fill of beach. Not that I didn’t have some great fun, because I did. I really did. It’s just there really isn’t a thing you can do about the weather, and this year, that really didn’t go well. So, I will have to make a vacation right here at home for the rest of the summer. Do some fun things that will make up for our unseasonably icky weather weeks away. I’ll let you know how it works out. But for now, I’m with Dorothy, “there’s no place like home.”