The drive home.

Happy Saturday. What a beautiful day it is. I don’t know about where you are but it’s absolutely beautiful here. Not a cloud in the sky and a high of 79. I will absolutely take it. Our amazing Hilton Head vacation came to an end this morning and we embarked on the 6 hour drive home. Isn’t it funny how it seems to take forever to get to your destination but the drive home seems to be half the time? Do you just dread returning home after a vacation? It’s sort of a looming feeling of life back to normal. The days of rest, sleeping in, and lounging in the sun are over for a bit. Back to the old grind. Hmmmm. Does it have to be that way? Only if you want it to be. Who says you can’t take those good vibes back with you. Get rid of that dread. Life is good even when you are at home.

When I was a little girl we would go on vacation every year. Typically always to Myrtle Beach, SC. That’s where our daddy and momma liked to go. Boy those trips seem to take forever to arrive. I remember playing car bingo in the car and eating snacks. My momma always packed a huge bag. I think it was her attempt to keep us from yacking the entire way. We were very talkative little girls lol. Car bingo was so much fun. It made you pay attention to your surroundings. Hint for parents of littles; they still carry car bingo cards at Cracker Barrel restaurants. The little windows slide to cover you space so there’s no mess. Go grab some. The kiddos will love them. You can always resort to how many different states you can see on license plates. We did that too. We wrote them all down on a piece of paper lol. Anything to pass the time right? It’s ten times better than playing a video game or popping in a movie. We sure didn’t have that luxury as children.

One thing I learned from my momma was how to prepare for vacation. Of course I get packed up early and double check that I have all of my necessities but, the one stress reliever that she taught me most is something that most people don’t think about. Before I leave for vacation I ALWAYS clean my house. To me there is no better feeling to know that I am coming home to a clean house. It’s the best feeling in the world. The thought of going back to a pile of laundry and a mess piled everywhere makes me sick to my stomach. If you don’t do that, give it a whirl. It will make your drive home less stressful.

I don’t think I ever really dread going home. I love my little home town. I love my house and my yard. And, honestly, I miss my family when I’m away from them for more than a couple of days. I guess what I’m trying to say is enjoy your vacations but, love where you live. My husband and I had this discussion on our drive today. He said “isn’t it funny how we got to the beach for our vacation but people that live at the beach head to our mountains for theirs”. It’s so true. I think if I permanently lived in Hilton Head I wouldn’t appreciate it as much as I do when we just visit a few times each year. Now don’t get me wrong, if I won the lottery, this gal would live a month there and a month at home lol. I would LOVE it! But I think I have a 1 in about a 90 million chance of that happening so I will have to just look forward to my 2 or 3 times a year visits. Hey, a girl can dream can’t she? At the rate real estate is priced right now a person would just about have to win the lottery to get a one bedroom apartment 6 blocks from the ocean.

My hope for each of you is that you go on many vacations and that you enjoy every second of them. Memories. Make memories. But, I also hope that you don’t dead going home. Home should be your safe place and where your heart is. Love where you live. Enjoy your drive home. Have a beautiful Saturday! You are so loved. ❤️ Always.

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