these are the first words i’ve typed in ten days. I had a wonderful vacation, which included two ice cream cones, two margaritas, too many vodka tonics, three amazing dogs, at least five stories told to me by my parents that had me laughing so hard I nearly peed my pants, two awesome visits with old friends, four days by the beach, one nighttime drive with my dad through Hemingway country, one book read (The Book of Lost Things), zero shopping trips and zero movies, and extra thousand miles on my car. I’ve returned three pounds thinner (seriously, vacationing with my parents is a great diet plan. they NEVER eat. NEVER.), much tanner and while I am rested, I’m pretty tired – turns out I might be more of a condo/house/hotel kind of woman than a camping kind of woman, and sharing such a small space with one’s parents, while providing lots of time for chatting and laughing, might be a bit much to ask from such a sensitive sleeper. All in all though I had a wonderful trip – the vacation shook up my routine enough that I forgot about certain work projects, was able to come to terms with some personal relationships I’ve been struggling with, and I feel significantly more focused on my job and my novel. It’s great to be home. I’ll write more and share more pictures later but for now I will leave you with a few shots from Northern Michigan – perhaps you can understand a tiny bit why we rarely vacation anywhere else in the summer? edited to say my beach pictures aren’t fitting in for some reason, so I’ll share them at a later date!