Whenever I leave a vacation I always get a hangover. Usually it starts on the second to last day when you know the end is near and it reaches a peak when you have to go through the security line at the airport. From there it takes anywhere from a couple of days to a week for me to feel normal and ready to get back in the swing of things. My hangover is a combination of feelings: sad that it is over, happy because it happened, sentimental when leaving family and friends, and the dread of going back to the normal life routine of work and life. This past trip I felt a heightened since of hungover because I wasn’t just saying goodbye to a gorgeous beach but I was also thanking my adorable and generous grandparents (Mimi and Papa) for hosting such an incredible trip to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary.
A beach trip was a treat in itself but being with my mom’s whole family—our aunts and uncles, all the cousins, and of course our sweet Mimi and Papa—made it so, so special. Our grandparents are just the most darling couple… They have so much love and affection for each other and you could just tell how much it meant to them seeing all their family in one place. It was one big old love fest and everyone had such a good time that there might be a repeat next summer.
I’ll be treating my hangover by keeping busy with laundry from the trip (the smell of salt water and sea air really does follow you home), email responses (I promise I will get to all of them!), and spending quality time with my DVR… Lucky for me, I have another week-long trip this summer at the end of July. More on that later. Have any of you been on any incredible trips this summer or have anything in the works? Do y’all get hangovers, too?