Why is it that at the beginning of EVERY vacation, I always feel like "Ahh... it's only Monday - there's so much lovely relaxing and reading and eating and walking and enjoyable vacation time to come," and then at the end of the week I'm always surprised that it's suddenly the last day and almost time to get back to the reality of life?
I make a conscious effort to really enjoy every moment and to not take the days for granted and to slowly indulge in the blessing of having no plans, no agenda... and yet it STILL always creeps up on me faster than I'm ready for, that sneaky last day.
Sigh...
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