We spent a delightfully relaxing week on Tybee Island, Georgia. Much of the time I felt simply happy. Happier than I remembered feeling for a very long time. Change of scenery? Nothing hanging over my head? Lovely Airbnb? Maybe all of it combined.
I’d wake up and drink my coffee on the screened porch off the bedroom. The first morning I shared the space with a female cowbird. The other mornings I shared it with various insects. A gecko came by twice, but on the other side of the screen.
I’d putz after that and then Dean and I would explore either the island, or nearby Savannah.
We either went out (ate outside) for dinner, or Dean would cook one of the Hungry Harvest meals we brought with us. Once we brought a meal back to the Airbnb.
By the end I was rested and ready to get back home.