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….

we’re home.


it’s all good. just a slightly fuzzy/bumpy ride for a day or so:)

July 22, 2013 - 2:15 pm

Karen - So glad to hear I m not the only one with adult daughters that can still show a sassy attitude! And I am not talking the attitude of gratitude!

July 22, 2013 - 3:47 pm

Kim - Glad you had a great trip, and all is well at the home front. Do you know if your church does a podcast? I would be interested in listening to the series about home. This is one of my passions. Thanks so much!

July 22, 2013 - 3:58 pm

jodi - so glad you made it home safe and sound. sounds like all in all it was a wonderful time; to me anytime in the sand is a wonderful time. i can’t imagine living there and not being at the beach ALL the time; just me saying! :)

i am so glad that brinkley had a good time, that is such a nice relief that you know he is home and not in a kennel. i guess that’s why we don’t and haven’t done a vaca. i feel terrible dropping bailey off to the vet while we are on vaca.

take care…xo

July 22, 2013 - 4:23 pm

angela - There is something so endearing about this post. Maybe it’s because you don’t have marble counter tops. Or maybe it’s because your white paint is chipping or because you and your girls had a tiff at the beach. Maybe it’s all those things that draw me to you because your life is real. I just love you Paige.

July 22, 2013 - 4:36 pm

Lori H - I always have some “re-entry” issues/melancholy when I get back from vacation. It’s great to be home, but it IS the real world. Welcome back! Looking forward to your photos for some vicarious vacationing :)

July 22, 2013 - 4:44 pm

keri - totally know what you mean. re-entry is always so hard. i always say you need a vacation day(s) after vacation! we love it down there on 30A and haven’t been in a year and a half. its calling my name. look forward to seeing more pics so i can feel like i’m there! xoxo

July 22, 2013 - 5:01 pm

Jennifer - I’m counting down the days!!! Little procedure Wednesday…OB appt. Thursday and if all goes well, cross fingers, pray, wish on a star, throw in a lucky penny…we are off to the gulf Saturday morning!
Kennedy talks non stop about it…non stop!
So glad to read you had a good time. I stop at the comment about the girls and attitudes…oh will I be ready for that in a few years???? Seems like my 4 year diva is already practicing.

July 22, 2013 - 6:12 pm

susan@avintagefarmwife - I totally understand. I sometimes think about the white sand on those beaches and looonnng to be there. Such beauty! And after a week or so, I will be ready to come back home. That is the way it works for me!

July 22, 2013 - 6:47 pm

Susie - After reading this post, I’m longing for the beach…being able to rustle my toes through the sand, feeling the warm sun on my face and listening to the waves roll in while lounging in my beach chair in Seaside. We were there over spring break and it just wasn’t enough time and the weather didn’t cooperate.

July 23, 2013 - 9:13 am

Jan Fusco - Oh you were just down the road from me. I live in Ft. Walton Beach, FL. I remember you mentioning that you vacationed there. Hope you had nice weather as we’ve had lots of rain this summer. I look forward to seeing pictures.

July 23, 2013 - 11:50 am

Mimi - I feel and felt exactly the same way when we got back from the beach. I really wanted to move in and stay in my beach house in Blue Mountain. Love Seaside too.

July 23, 2013 - 1:38 pm

Kim from 3 peanuts - Oh Paige…..I could have written this post (except I have been too lazy). I know just how you feel. This week was so awesome that we have the post vacay doldrums big time here too. My house is still a mess and I have yet to put on real clothes or make-up since we’ve been home. I work tonight so I guess I will have to do that ;) Miss you all.


July 23, 2013 - 4:50 pm

tara - i adore you.
glad y’all made it back.

none of our college students who ever dog sat for us in orlando EVER, i repeat, EVER left us treats in the fridge or clean sheets and towels or sweet notes from our dog-baby.

keep that girl around. :)

i’m feeling melancholy, too, but it’s because Aunt Flow is visiting. Did I really just type that? I’m feeling extra feisty this cycle. ;)

July 23, 2013 - 7:31 pm

Lemonade Makin' Mama - Wanna know why I love you today? Because you just shared that you had sassy lip and attitude from kiddos.. vented to your man and had a margarita. Thanks for keeping it real with us. I SO admire that!! And I can’t wait to see some of those photos. I don’t get a vacay this summer so you’d better believe I’m going to live vicariously through yours. Bring em on sister! (Well, I mean, when you’ve rested and re-adjusted. No pressure. LOL)

July 23, 2013 - 10:49 pm

Nanci - Paige love pics from seaside where’s the ruffle dress from you wearing in seaside

July 23, 2013 - 11:06 pm

Holly - Not going to lie… this post totally made me teary and homesick!!! how i miss that little town of seaside and my hometown niceville! Please share more pics ASAP!! our “beaches” in connecticut are just SO. not. the. same.

July 24, 2013 - 12:28 am

Karen Stone - Paige, I just loved meeting you and your precious family on Friday evening! My daughter Hannah told a friend today that we got to meet mommy’s favorite blog writer and Reece W.! You are just as delightful in person as you are in your blog. I have also been a little blue since we returned to Dallas. Thankful for your words!

July 24, 2013 - 10:53 pm

Andrea - So glad you had a wonderful time. Our family replenishes at the beach as well. It’s usually Cape San Blas….just down the road from Seaside, but this year it was Tybee Island (quite beautiful and fun!). I can’t wait to see your pictures. Rest up and love on Brinkley…while he was in good hands, he surely missed you all.

July 25, 2013 - 1:47 pm

Anne Marie - I love the beach…and those shops look awesome!

I could live at the beach for sure….

glad you had a great time
xo + blessings,
Anne Marie

July 25, 2013 - 4:33 pm

Jen@thecottagenest - I can totally understand the re-entry adjustment. And we all still mourn for our trip to Europe last summer so I totally get it. I’m curious, when you go to seaside do you stay in a house on the beach? We’re thinking about renting a cottage next summer at the beach and I’m weighing the options of walking distance to the beach vs. on the beach. I’d love to hear more about the town and where you stay some time. I’m living through you!

July 27, 2013 - 9:27 pm

patty - sounds like an amazing vacation, and no! cannot imagine not visiting the beach when living SO close. we gave up our warm weather vacations a few years ago in lieu of ski trips out west-just returning to the beach this past year. nothing like it.