The Aftermath

home-sweet-homeI finally made it home, and boy am I thankful!! Going away always make me appreciate the many thing I have when I return. Although the trip was glorious, I am always happy to return to my own home. My own little niche in the world. Where all my things are, my dishes are, and my bed IS! Oh, how I missed my bed. Is it just me, or can anyone else ever get a TRULY good night’s sleep in someone else’s bed? The sheets alone spook me. Are they really clean? And  like, who put their heads on the pillows for the last year and drooled through the pillowcase. Did they ever get washed? Is it just dried junk among the stuff and fluff? Yikes.

I don’t want to come across all whiney and unappreciative about getting to go away, but going away gets everything off track. One of our larger dogs had to be kenneled, so he was a bit weird about returning to his schedule of 3 times out a day. Our toy Yorkie always seems to have amnesia when she returns to us, looking as though she doesn’t remember the routine in the house. Sidenote: We have to find another place to put her next time. We’ve run out of family and friends to take the loud-mouth. All she does is bark when she’s away from home. Major problem.

I’m spending the day washing clothes and unpacking. Again, not to complain, but it takes two days to get back to normal after a vacation. Then I get to get up and do it all again. We have an overnight orientation with my college boy this week. I’m only half-unpacking—my toiletries are remaining in the bag for the next hotel. This week will fly by after I return. I’ll continue to unpack and catch up at work. In no time, the weekend will be upon me and so will the month of July. Can we just take a breather and bring the hands of the clock to a slow crawl? Just for the rest of summer break?  🙂



Weekend Getaway

beaufortThis picture was taken in Beaufort, SC. I had the privilege to get some time away this weekend and travel down there to take a look at a few places. I LOVE the low country. Let me just say that again. I LOVE the low country. I love the trees, I love the marsh, I love the water. I love it.

I had no idea what Beaufort was all about. I had seen it in my Southern Living magazine and thought, hmm…let’s go and take a look. First, it is a marine town. I don’t know why I didn’t know this, but Marines are everywhere. Or, should I say Marine stuff is everywhere. Stickers on cars, plaques in restaurants, signs….everything. Come to think of it, isn’t Beaufort the place where Army Wives takes place? I’ll have to check.

From the downtown area, I visited Bluffton. This had some outlets, more shopping plazas, and places to eat. I also drove to Lady’s Island. Here it was residential mostly, and offered some golf. Who doesn’t have golf, right? But what drove me specifically to the Beaufort location was a little planned town called Habersham. Well, you drove through Beaufort to get there. Actually it is in Beaufort, but kind of not really. You definitely know when one stopped and the other began. Habersham is like out of a movie set. It practically slams you in the face with the homes, ponds, and water view. It is CRAZY! There isn’t one house that’s ugly. None that is missing colorful, perfect flowers over-blooming in glazed containers, sitting on perfect porches. (Did I mention that every house has a ginormous porch? This encourages porch sitting and talking to one’s neighbor). Not one of the homes has paint chipping, a blade of grass askew, or a missing Welcome mat. It’s CRAZY! A bit too perfect. The picture in my post was taken from the street of one of the homes. Pretty, huh?

The weather was a wonderful 88 degrees, and no humidity. It was sad to return to our 60 degree, breezy day here. But I certainly missed everyone. I felt a bit indulgent taking the weekend for myself. Everyone survived though, and now we’re all tucked in and ready for the week ahead. I’m glad I got to go away for a bit, because this week is going to be maddening. My oldest graduates school and turns 18 all on the same day. Lord help me now! I don’t know if I’ll survive all the changes about to come. Maybe going away is what I needed for the storm that’s brewing in. 🙂


Restless Spirit

flyI don’t know whether to categorize it as a curse or a gift. I guess it’s a curse when you can’t do anything about it.

Life, in terms of years you have on earth, is short. Short as in an inch on a yard stick. Twenty five cents in relation to a hundred dollars. And that’s if you’re lucky enough to avoid cancer, getting hit by a bus, falling down an elevator shaft… the list goes on, but you get the picture. We’re all here together, living in our little compartments in this vast world, dealing daily with our little problems and yet only some get to see past the boundaries of the United States (if you live here). Heck, some don’t see past the county line in which they live. Only some even take that mandatory week’s vacation and actually go somewhere. Generally speaking, it’s to the same beach spot they go to every year. Same hotel, same restaurants, even wearing the same ol’bathing suit and beach hat.

I sometimes think about how many places I’ll never see. The beauty that I know I’d be in awe of if I did. The majesty of lavender fields, the sunsets over oceans, the quietness of mountaintops. And all the fabulous people I’ll never meet and know. Do we impose our own boundaries? Is it simply something we don’t prioritize?

I have a restless spirit and it’s flaring up today:)