Today is our last day at the borrowed/free of charge beach house. I may tear up. Going back to reality is tough. No one should do it alone.
I fall asleep to the sound of the ocean waves breaking on the shore and wake to the sun streaming though the window. I swallow a few cups of coffee, go for a jog along the beach, and sit along the shore all day. When the little kids get bored, we hop on a golf cart and drive them to the pool. We eat dinner on the patio while watching the ocean do it's thing and the phone rarely rings.
All is well.
My girlfriend is returning from Hawaii and settling back at the beach house she calls home, and we, are leaving here and settling back at, well, our wonderful home. I don't feel sorry for her.
I miss my bed, but that's about it.