It's hard to believe that less than 24 hours ago, I was 4 time zones away. It was noon and I was getting ready to eat lunch near the beach and head back out for one more round of paddleboarding. Kansas has never seemed so landlocked or monochromatic. Fortunately, I have rogue sand in the cuffs of my jeans, the lingering smell of saltwater in my hair, a faint tan line (Neutrogena SPF 80 is no joke), a suitcase full of dirty clothes, a surfboard rash, and 1,094 pictures to remind me that this time yesterday, I was in Hawaii!
I think traveling forces you to be happy about being home again, if for no other reason than to sit on a non-moving surface with more than 6 inches of space between you and the nearest warm body. Now if only I could figure out a way for me and everyone I love to make Hawaii home!
In other non-surprising news, stress and anxiety have returned after a truly blissful week off. But like my Dad said the other day, it wouldn't be a vacation unless you had something to take a vacation from! I am so blessed.