we rolled in late saturday night, suntanned and each with a little “been riding in the car all day” headache. we walked in to a completely tidy home, sweet note from brinkley (wink) and a plate of strawberry cream cheese bars. we were so fortunate this year to have our precious friend ( one of savannah’s AXO sisters) stay in our home while we were gone. what a humongous treat that was. didn’t have to board brinkley and the fringe benefit of not worrying about my house while we were gone. are ya’ll like that? worry about your home like its a live person or something?
oh. just me.
coming home is good. we’ve been studying about HOME at church this summer and i truly enjoy this series. i love my home. it’s not my dream house, it’s not even really my “style”. i don’t have marble counter tops and if you saw my little video on de-cluttering, then you’ve met my dated oven too. the paints chipping on all my white kitchen cabinets and i don’t have a front end loading washing machine and dryer. the fanciest things here are my beloved hardwoods ( which i love them so much i could lay down on them daily) and our new “water dispenser on the front” fridge. can i get an amen? but i love my home. and i’m grateful for it’s picket fence with a wobbly lock.
having said all that, the shift from vacation to real life can feel a little like riding shot gun while someone learns to drive a clutch. it’s all good and not painful or anything, just a little bumpy. but really it is the best of both world, just rumbling around in the middle and all.
ya’ll know i love the beach. honestly i love Seaside. i always have. the navy & white tshirts. the charming shops and expensive minimalist beachy decor. the snow cones & shrimp. the stunning beach front homes and the little cottages back in the back. the bookstore that for years had sandy, the grey faced black lab, sitting under one of the tables while i chose what would surely be a great summer read. the sound of the waves as they crash along the shore of white sand. all of it. i love all of it.
being together with my favorite people. and shopping and eating wonderful food. all of it.
we were in my one of my favorite shops and the store manager mentioned she hadn’t been to the beach “this year”. say what? did she mean this week? she said ” this year’….like this summer time of the year or like “this year” as in 2013? what a shame. i looked at her like she was crazy. i can’t imagine being less than two blocks from the shore of the ocean and not going there. can you?
we saw sweet friends, met sweet blog readers and took a few photos. i had a little meltdown after a couple hours of some lip and sassy attitude. drank a mango margarita and vented to dan and the next morning worked through some issues with a couple of the girls but other than that (it’s just real life folks), we had a fantastic, perfect weather, wonderful trip. i’ll violate all levels of appropriate photo sharing rules over the next week or so, so hang in there with me.
we’re home. and i’m sorta in this in between, dare i say, melancholy place. ( could be because our wifi is shot & no help on the horizon for a day or so)…and i feel rotten even saying that…i mean who goes & stays on vacation? like forever? but there is a little longing i guess for those days where the breeze is blowing and the sun is shining & the loudest noise is the crashing of the waves. no floors to mop and no meals to cook. no blog posts to write. suntanned feet and yummy food….anyways….
it’s all good. just a slightly fuzzy/bumpy ride for a day or so