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After a week in the sun and sand, I've returned to the place of reality. I may not be able to step out on the balcony and see the Atlantic slapping waves on a beach the color of cinnamon and sugar. I may not be able to close my eyes and breathe in the wonderful aroma of salt air. I may not be able to lie on the beach or by the pool all day without a care. I may not be able to wander the streets of St. Augustine and never tire of the sights and sounds of my country's oldest city.
BUT...I can sit in my little "mansion on a hill" and look across the room at hubby all snug in his recliner with remote control in hand and a spoiled chihuahua by his side and know this is home.
We had a wonderful week in Cinnamon Beach (located in Palm Coast, Fla.). As much as I look forward to going on vacation, by Friday I'm usually looking forward to coming home.
The condo we rented is owned by some professional hockey player from Pittsburgh. It is in a gated community with numerous pools, golf courses, etc. It was an end unit with three bedrooms, three baths and offered every amminity you could imagine. While sitting by the pool one day I met the woman who owns the condo next door to the one we were in. She told me the owner has never set foot in it. He bought it, left it empty for a year and only had it furnished and decorated because the owner's association said it had to have something. It was finished a few months ago and we were among the first people to enjoy it.
That is sad. I cannot imagine having the financial means to purchase such a lovely place and just never go there. I'm sure he has many homes and vacations places in far away lands. He sure is missing a lovely, peaceful place in a little villege in Florida. I'm glad we had the time to enjoy it! I'll be glad to go back if he wants me to take care of it sometime.
Home. When I pull up the driveway I know there is peace and quiet and love waiting for me. It may not be a million dollar showcase, but it is where I live and love with my best friend and my dog. I have good neighbors. I had ripe home grown tomatoes wating on my little plants! My cow's horn peppers were loaded and ready to be picked.
I love the beach and vacations as much as anyone...but, like Dorothy said, "there's no place like home".
When I win the lottery I will purchase a place at the beach and one in the Smoky Mountains. Ya'll can all come visit anytime and we will have little drinks with umbrellas at the beach and sweet tea with little cakes in the mountains! I'll enjoy my homes and try to be quite humble about it. (Don't go holding your breath about the lottery. I'll just wait on another tax incinative check! HAHAHAHA)
Mz Scarlett...home with Hubby and Lucy.
It is always good to get away but, always good to come back. Be it ever so crumbled..."There's no place like home."