My favorite place to vacation is Ft. Myers Beach, FL. I stay at a place right on the beach of Estero Island. The first time I visited the place was in 1983 or '84 and I have been returning to the same resort ever since. If we get do-overs in life, I would like to be a resident beach bum...but just sort-of. Across the street from where I stay is a movie theatre, and a 7-11 Convenient Mart, and Charlie's Boat House Restaurant. An easy walk away is an executive golf course (no par 5s). The public library is just a couple of miles north (good books and public access Internet). Something would need to be done about the lack of a nearby Starbucks.
Every time I go on vacation I return home, of course. Does vacation make home seem better, or is it the other way around? Probably its a bit of both.
Physical time away from the everyday and ordinary is a true blessing, a gift. And yes, I am fully aware that not everyone is afforded this gift.
Today, I am home from the beach. Tomorrow, I will be back in the routine of home.
I was given the gift of time away...and as with all gifts I am given, I am appreciative.
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