[Written while listening to Colbie Caillat mix]
It's been a pretty intense couple weeks 'vacation in Hawai'i.' To be honest, it must be one of THE MOST stressful vacations I've ever had. All I can do is laugh at it now.... because hey, that's all we can ultimately do, right? But trust me, I was definitely crying/having a panic attack at first.
But to back up a little -- I had to leave the place I was staying at due to bad flea situation. I packed up and moved and was panicking trying to find a new place within a couple of hours for that night. (Fleas are just horrendous if you don't control it.) Thus the Home poem.
Then just as I was wrapping up that claim with Airbnb, I lost my purse one evening while I was riding a bike -- it fell off, and when I ran back (it was a 5 min bike ride) it was gone. Not sure if you've ever lost your bag or wallet, but it's a lot more traumatizing than it sounds. More like a personal violation, not of your body but your private things. And all your important documents. Also since I was traveling as well, it was especially disorienting and upsetting.
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