I WAS ON my way back from a beach run (sidenote “cold, windy and wet beach run” is kinda an oxymoron, no?) last week when I looked up and saw it. There. In the vast emptiness (evidently only a Canadian in Florida would attempt a run in these conditions), against a background of sand, sea and sky blurring together, an abandoned toy wagon. The great escape, I thought to myself. And I couldn’t help but think that it was perfectly symbolic for my life right now.2
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FLORAL SHORTS, STRIPED chambray and a straw hat just feels Florida, don’t it? I’m headed to the land of shuffleboard tomorrow (Fort Myers) with my grandma for what’ll surely be a wild vacation. Hahaha.
Unfortunately my pack job hardly reflects this beach number. I think I packed a total of 4 things to cycle through for three weeks. In an effort to challenge my over-packing tendencies I was erroring on the side of ‘less’ but I think I might have error-ed a bit too far. Oh well, who am I really trying to impress here anyway? Besides, it wouldn’t be the worst thing if I had to buy a few new things now would it?!
PST. I couldn’t find the source of image one so if you happen to know who owns it please let me know so I can credit accordingly.4