I’m on my last few hours of vacation and have enjoyed every moment of it. I started it in Wyoming where I met my favorite person and we passed through twelve states before we were back home. We saw farmland the seemed to run on forever, mountains, trees, streams, rivers and Graceland. We saw Elvis impersonators, people from all across the globe and people who’ve lived in small town America for their entire lives. We ate in diners and drank coffee from truck stops. We had amazing BBQ and local food including pickles, corn fritters and pecan pie. I savored my moments and roamed freely through my time. Even here in Boston I spent my last morning of my vacation strolling through an open air market in the South End where I snacked on a delicious danish and bought a beautiful painting. I read my book, did my puzzles and caught up on movies I haven’t had time to see. Now as my last vacation hours whittle away, I have my favorite dinner in the oven and my favorite person is on his way over. We’ll eat, watch some TV and sleep and when I wake up, it will be over and back to life. Lucky for me, my life is pretty good, it’s no vacation, but it’s pretty good.
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