I guess I put off writing for awhile because I didn’t want to admit I’m back home.
I wanted to stay there longer. I didn’t want to come home. The view, the weather, Mother Nature, all of it was more beautiful than I ever imagined. I’ve come to think maybe I need a summer home somewhere on the water. Or perhaps buy a boat so I can be in the water. I realized it’s not just the water that calms me, it’s also the fact that I’m away from life, and the stresses of life that consume me. I don’t take electronics with me out in the water or really even on the beach because of the probability of it being damaged. I think that’s where my peace comes from.
Either way, I know I can ramble on forever about that and no one cares. Hell, I’m not even too sure I care. What matters is….I’m home.