For some reason, being home always makes me more tired than I probably am. I constantly find myself on the couch, reading a book, watching TV or tanning and quickly dozing off. It has something to do with the comfort I think, knowing that I am in a safe place and not having to worry about anything. I am spoiled the second my foot passes the threshold, someone else is making my coffee and food, I can get a hug whenever I want one and then there is the simple luxury of not having to do much anything.
Whenever I come home it is usually for some sort of vacation, ironic because when I think of a vacation I am thinking about some island with exotic men and mixed drinks, it helps that my hometown is a Spring Break destination for others. Sunny San Diego for the win. I am 30 minutes from the beach and 2 minutes from several Mexican food places. No complaints here. Currently I am sunburned and blissful with plans to improve on both.
The worst part is leaving
I needed this chance to catch my breath again. I needed to remember what it was like to be a daughter and not have somewhere to be all the time. Because that's hardddd. Being home allows me to act my age, it lets me go to the beach on a whim, sleep in the middle of the day, read for enjoyment and not for school, it allows me to be Macenzie without any qualifying adjectives. So I am going to hang onto this feeling for a while because it's an amazing one. Smiles are easier when I am in the sunshine and home. I hope it is the same for you.
Enjoy the comfort, M.
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