Stay-cation Log- Day .5

Today starts day one of my 6 day stay-cation. Friday thru next Wednesday I am off from the torture palace(& i only had to use 2 vacation days - ummm I rock)and I am staying here at my happy little beach house for the whole time. Why go away when I live in paradise...well paradise in my mind, the beach in others minds. Plus the kids dog sitting in PA so i can't go home and visit when I have my two beasts anyway.


I have plans people... BIG plans. So many plans I am not sure there are enough days in my stay-cation to accomplish them all, but I will try.


I have beers and margaritas to drink, walls to paint, plants to ... well... plant. I have beaches to lay on and books to read and work for a friend i have to finish. Tv to watch and a pool to hang out in. Seafood to eat, a BBQ I have to master and a drive thru at the new Panera Bread I must use immediately. 


As far as I am concerned, my vacation stated at 8:01 pm last night, when I left the Torture Palace I call work. We'll call Thursday night stay-cation day .5.

STAY-CATION LOG STAR DATE 5-24  DAY .5 - 

Objective - 

PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

With a 12 pack of Corona light, 3 limes, some kick ass 1800 margarita in a bottle, and pineapple juice to mix with my cake vodka, I have effectively managed to channel Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville up in here. I start with a margarita on ice realizing too late that full size corona bottles do not work for Corona-rita's.


Crisis averted, or at least cleaned up, I proceed to the lounge (aka my living room couch) and settle in for some TBS Big Bang Theory  and some new show. I switch to Corona Lights and make it half way thru Jimmy Fallon ... I remember seeing Will Smith at least... and the next thing I know, I wake up on the couch at 6:20am.


I have the sensation of "crap - gotta get up for the torture palace " and than remember AHHHHHHHHHH I am on stay-cation. So I walk the dogs, manage not to fall, and get in bed to sleep the sleep of the wicked until 10:30 am. So far Life is most excellent.


NOTE TO SELF: After consuming 1 Margarita and 2 Corona Lights before passing out on the couch, I must Google the phrase "Party Like a Rock Star" and see if I qualified.

there's no place like home...

It's funny how quickly a place can feel like home. And how quickly a place that used to be home can feel like it belongs to someone else. That's a good thing tho...I missed my home, my beach house, the minute we we hit the first bend after the main drag. I wasn't going home, i was leaving it. And i didn't want to. Don't get me wrong - I was looking forward to seeing the kids and smooching my dog and seeing my parents and my friends, BUT I knew when I left, I was visiting West Chester... not going home to it. I notice my words have changed as well, I no longer say home when I am talking about the apartment and instead say it about my house in Rehoboth.


All of this is good stuff. It's transitional stuff that makes things go more smoothly. My love and excitement for my new home make it so I don't miss my old one quite as much. The idea that I won't see Kelly every day or my parents when I want doesn't hurt quite as much because I know that I am where I belong. It's like finding that missing puzzle piece and having it fit perfectly. 

All this time I thought my missing piece..or pieces, would be wrapped up in a man. I didn't feel complete because I was single. I had fallen in love a few times but it never worked out. Somewhere out there was the guy who would, in the words of Jerry McGuire, "Complete me". But what if this move, buying my own home, living at the beach on my own, is what completes me? What if the parts of my soul that I thought I needed to find in someone else, were really there all along. In the ocean and the sand and the cry of the seagulls and the smooth rocks on the shore?

What if I am still single, because the universe or God, felt that I needed to complete myself BEFORE I found someone to share my life with? Someone to compliment my life instead of completing it?


How many people can say they've figured it out? Found their BLISS? Completed themselves and are exactly where they are supposed to be? 

I am so blessed. So truly, truly blessed! 


"In this journey we call life, so many people search for something outside of themselves to complete their lives, complete their souls. What if we realized everything we need can be found within ourselves. It just has to be rearranged a bit to fit together and make us whole. Wouldn't that be the most wonderful thing?" ~Stacey Charter