I get a tormented mind about the definition of 'holiday'. Is it for forgetting a regimented routine or is it for packing everything into each day like its your last?. Maybe it's a time to reflect and to start a new resolution with a touch of "dont forget to relax.."
Yet the body is changing and I still want to splurge like a carefree kid.
My guilt wants to go for a hill hike for exercise yet I forgot to pack joggers (once they were a must bring like a toothbrush).
The seals on the rocks look happy, maybe I need to lay in the sun.
Narooma is our spot, it's been like that for many years now. The adventures of fishing, beaching, ice cream eating and rock pool exploring still continue with kids who are getting older and more independent. I did bring the kayaks this time to change things up.
Each year though, I seem to get melancholy here. I miss the last year or the last phase.
I definitely overthink!
But still, I enjoy the time now, it just does go too quickly and with kids, the times are precious. Every year it changes, even though we visit the same place.
We love you Narooma, our land afar!
Ps. when i get home, I am going to get fit again.
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