I think I’m suffering from vacation depression.
Is there such a thing?
I miss my morning contemplations on the balcony, sipping coffee and staring deep into the turquoise water; should we make a change? Live the slow life? I could get used to wind swept hair and no make up. I like the heat. And I have zero problem swapping out leggings and Old Navy zip-ups for a beachy maxi-dress.
Because I can’t drink margaritas all day, I’ve resorted to food.
Current cure: lightened up key lime bars….