We leave Florida soon. After being to enough of Disney that I am comfortable saying I dislike it. After meeting a real live astronaut. After walking through Miami Beach streets. After snorkeling and not drowning. After kayaking through swamps, and parasailing over the Atlantic.
It turns out I still love Josh even when we don't have the distractions of families and jobs and friends and school. It turns out I love the ocean. It turns out I could get used to first class flights and staying at the Ritz Carleton. It turns out I want to come back, not just to Florida when the water parks are open, but to the idea of vacation.
Tomorrow I will be back in New York. Back to nights in teen digits. Back to sisters interrupting. Back to eating the majority of meals at home. Back to rushing all the time, rather than taking a nap from laying out at the pool.