Missing me (in my own holiday trip)
So, traveling with 18 people.. Is not something I would not very readily opt for!
Not that I am Not having fun.. I am.
Love the weather and how interesting romantic (not in the mushy way) it is.
Love my driving time... The roads, The greenery, the smells of vegetation.
Love my comfort level with the people I am traveling with.
Most of all love how much Vedika is enjoying herself with 5-6 other KIDS.
BUT, I'm out since Friday night (4days).. And
Now I am tierd.
Now I miss myself.
Now I need me time (I have gotten out and walked 2 times in 4 days).
Now I miss Vedika time.
Now I miss my routine.
Now I miss my comfort zone.
I miss me.
An amazing vacation indeed, but I can't wait for it to end.
I can't chit chat until the wee hours of the night.
I can't get myself to sing, or sing along, or suggest a song.
I can't stand the thought of not getting to read my book in the night.
I can't get myself to drink and unwind.
I can't be surrounded by women and children all the time.
I just can't.