I'm back from my 5 day vacation and I've sustained my first minor sunburn (cheeks and nose) of this year. I'm beyond exhausted and feel a little shaky with weird post vacation anxiety. Do you ever come home from vacation and feel like you now need a vacation from your vacation? That's me.
It wasn't all bad though. Actually, 95% was really wonderful. I went to elmwood by myself for the first time. I also read my life in france, bought a silly pair of yellow 1940s floral shorts, napped in the (albeit cold) sun, canoed alone, hiked alone, braved a unheated new hampshire house alone, wore a hole in my favorite boots, petted brimfield doggies, met some sweet new people and ate a great pulled pork sandwich.
The bad part really wasn't so bad (it could have much worse) but it sort of cast my whole trip in a surreal, bizarre, stressful light. But I'm happily home now, in my bed with one of my mean kitties acting almost sweet to me. I haven't offloaded my photos from the trip, so all I have for you are old holga photos from a warmer, happier, more sistery elmwood vacation last summer.
