Eight days, Two countries, Two weddings, eight events, countless glasses of wine and a ton of pictures later, I’ve returned to this lovely state just in time to enjoy the aftermath of a hurricane. It was a whirlwind, it was a blast, and it’s possible that I’ll never feel normal again (and by “normal”, I mean “hangover-free.”) I’m sitting here staring at my suitcase, willing it to unpack itself while my forehead is peeling off in a lovely manner. And the week ahead…well, let’s just say it may be one of the busier, hectic weeks I’ve had in a while and I’m seriously considering playing hooky on my life.

If only I could.

That’s the funny things about vacations…you leave with the best of intentions to take it easy, to finally relax, but when you return, tanned and (not sure how this happened) 7 lbs. lighter, you also return absolutely exhausted. Which is why there’s only one thing that has been on my mind today.

I need a vacation.