I shuffled my feet against the sand as the gently rolling waves sidled up to the shore. A half-rainbow danced along the horizon—oreoed between high rise beach
My pillbox hat teeters precariously as the caravan of precocious suitcases— large, medium, small, and hand-baggage size— swarm me like a hive of angry Africanized bees. Definitely not docile, I fight
A contented smirk subtly spreads across my sunburnt skin as I move my board and kite bag from my bed to the corner of the room. The jostle jolts some sand that snuck inside, creating mini sand castles
Scattered— well, I suppose the more appropriate term is ‘sprawled’—across my bed is my kiteboard bag. A lone rash guard peeks out from a pocket. There’s a suitcase by the wall, one
Today, I caught myself smiling as I looked at Real Simple. The colorful magazine spread was telling me how I should decorate. Decorate a house. Yeah. True story. This girl, excited about nesting?