I’ve been to a few places in my life. Up, down, sideways, straight-ahead, backwards, Houston, Dallas, Ft. Worth, Tennessee, Florida, Oklahoma, New York, Amarillo, South Padre Island, D.C., Berlin, Katowice, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Prague, Mallorca, Mexico, Toronto, Croatia, Budapest, Turkey, Austria, Switzerland, London… The party only starts when you want it to.
I guess I will never learn. Maybe that’s why the struggle is real!
I need the ocean. I want to hear the small waves crashing as the tides comes in and out. I want to dig my toes in the sun baked sand. I want to feel the sun beating down on me while the condensation drips and wets my grip from an ice cold tropical cocktail. I want my sunglasses to look so cool that hot bikini wearing women notice them instead of the big ass grin on my face from the enjoyment of paradise!