Today was the last day at our summer season getaway in a quaint town in southern Maine. And as always, I'm a little sad that the season is ending. Weekends from the beginning of May to the beginning of October consist of a 2 hour drive Friday night to our cottage across from the beach. Saturday and Sunday morning 4 mile jogs (ok maybe not jogging the entire way, but certainly walking real fast) on the neverending beach. Saturday nights around the campfire with friends and days, just relaxing on the beach or on the deck with the ocean view.
A two day weekend with the family can seem like a whole vacation and by the time Monday morning rolls around, I'm relaxed and ready for another stressful week at work. The off season doesn't offer that kind of R&R.
It signals the long winter is about to begin and now I find myself counting the days until spring again!
Anyone else out there in the same boat?
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