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Saturday, July 06, 2013 12:36 AM

I recently got back from vacation. It was wonderful. I definitely did not want to come home.

We stayed in a beach house along the Gulf of Mexico. Every day, we woke up, had coffee on the balcony, watched the waves roll in, and then we got ready to head to the beach. The vacation consisted not only of my husband and kids, but of my parents and all of my aunts and uncles, cousins and their kids. We had a full house. It didn’t really seem crowded, though, as everyone was always out and about doing different things.

I mostly stayed in the water, letting the huge waves knock me over. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. (There was a shark incident; but don’t worry. I’m okay.) I also collected the biggest bucket of seashells you’ve ever seen. (The girls and I like to use them to make jewelry or other crafts.)

The beach house had a pool, so that’s where the kids swam. Some came down to the beach once or twice, but it was a little intimidating for them. There were always several adults around the pool to act as lifeguards.

Part of the reason we chose Alabama for our vacation is because one of my cousins and her son live there, and we hardly ever see them. This was a chance to spend some time with them while taking a break from life. I don’t see how someone could live where we were and not be a happy person. I was happy pretty much the whole time we were there, and that doesn’t come naturally to me. It was so relaxing, and I was never bored. We went on food runs a lot, and ate out a few times. So much people watching to do. People watching has to be one of my favorite activities.

The food was amazing every day. In between eating out, we all cooked at the house — seafood from the local market, freshly caught fish from some of the men among us who went deep-sea fishing one day — so basically not the kind of food I eat at home on a regular basis.

My cousin and his wife just had a baby six weeks ago, and they brought her. I held her a lot in hopes of curing my baby fever. She is so adorable! I’m not sure that I’m cured, but it was great to hold her.

I loved taking walks along the beach at night with Andy — it just felt like there were no worries in the world. Stretching out in the hammock felt the same way.

I honestly didn’t want to come home.

At night we hung out on the balcony, talking or playing board games. Halfway through the week one of my other cousins came, who lives in Las Vegas. We never see her. I’ve always loved everything about her, her diverse way of thinking, her upbeat attitude, her openness. I spent a lot of time talking to her and catching up. I wish I could see her more often. She said I could come see her in Vegas anytime! I might have to do that.

So now that I am home, I’ve been trying to hold onto the happiness I felt on vacation. It’s not easy. I’m trying to keep myself and the kids busy, trying not to think about my worries. Being on vacation forever sounds wonderful but that’s just what it is – a vacation. I guess if it lasted forever it would lose its magic. Still, it made me definitely want to go somewhere next summer…maybe back to the same place. But for two weeks this time.

So where are you going this summer, if you’ve planned a vacation? Or where have you been? And did you attempt to hold onto that “vacation feeling” when you got back, once day-to-day reality set in? If you have any tips, let me know!

For now, I’m just going to make seashell necklaces and pretend that my lawn is sand.


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