So we’re back in Portland after the longest/shortest vacation in Florida. You know when it feels like you were gone forever, yet you just left yesterday? That’s the feeling. And can we all agree that there are few things worse than coming back from a great vacation? It’s quite depressing actually. There’s so much build up to the trip and then you have this really great time and then all of a sudden you’re on the plane coming back home and looking at work emails and it’s back to business as usual and it sucks. Not a fan. Whenever I come back from vacation and I’m feeling bummed, I remember the time my (guy) friend cried on our way home from spring break in college because he was so bummed that it was over. At least I’m not that big of a weenie… ;)
My 2-year old nephew Harmon is fearless and would jump into the pool every chance he could. And every time we’d hold our breath as he’d miss the edge by about a half an inch. Truth be told, I was a little jealous of those kiddos though. I would have given anything to be able to jump carelessly into the pool, instead of slowly rolling my
I’d pay some good money to be back at this place with these people right meow. I love you, family.
Random sidenote. Today marks my 2nd anniversary of this here blog. And I want to say thanks a million to you all for reading my stories week after week. You give me a reason to keep doing this silly writing thing that I love to do. Fist bump emoji… xo