And that’s it. The vacation is over. I’m at thirty thousand feet again, or however high airplanes fly. The trip ended significantly better than it started, but I still wouldn’t call it a worthwhile vacation. I think its just because I’m used to being alone. I think I would have found this trip much more relaxing and fulfilling had it just been me. So many potentially perfect moments were spoiled by conversation. Granted, I had some memorable moments, but they were few and far between...
Like on the dark sands beach when I wandered off alone. I could tell that my sister just wanted to climb back up the cliffs and get going, but my Mom let me wander around, take my time. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. It was perfect. I wish I could have sat there for hours, just admiring the beauty around me.
But then I had to return to the complaints and annoyances that are my sister. What a contrast. Thank god for the hundreds of miles that separate us and our daily lives. Not that I don’t love my sister.
I just need my space.
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