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I feel ridiculously spoiled this morning.
Yesterday we spent hours at the beach, came back to our rented cottage, grilled dinner and watched tv, too tired from the sun to even think of playing cards. I love days spent at the beach and to have my family all together is a gift ~ believe me.
This morning, though, as I was lying in bed and trying not to wake up W with my restlessness, my thoughts were of being home. Collectively, we’re considering coming back to Tampa two days early. By then, we’ll have a couple of good days in the sun, some local sightseeing and some of the local restaurants all completed. By driving north a couple of hours, we gain premium cable, the amazing community pool, the kitchen I adore and the comforts of, well, being home.
Why is it that people always think the grass is greener elsewhere? Jobs, vacation spots, cars, homes…spouses. We’ve become restless, as a society, which really disheartens me. And here I sit, feeling unsettled. Feeling spoiled.
I have friends in Africa, surrounded by political unrest and natural catastrophe. They are there by choice. When did I become so indulged that I can’t be completely relaxed while on vacation? How disappointing.

Today, we plan on kayaking on the inlet and doing some browsing at St. Armands Circle boutiques. Tomorrow, back out on the beach for what is supposed to be a beautiful day…I’m going to let these days soak in, take part in memories that are being made, be thankful for the days whether sunny or cloudy, cool or warm. If everyone wants to go home on Thursday, maybe that’s a sign that they think home is where we all belong, too.