Its been two months since I've:
had truly sun-kissed skin, heard the sound of the ocean echoing in my ear, tasted salt water on my lips, had naturally perfect ringlets, donned a bathing suit, spent the afternoon gazing at beautiful brown bodies dancing on the water, gotten lost in reggae, dabbled in herbal relaxation, felt sand in my between my toes and in my sheets, taken a cold shower, watched a glorious sunset, used my camera, made fun of tourists, enjoyed anything with macadamia nuts, not thought twice about seeing an abandoned charred vehicle on the side of the road, star-gazed at La Perouse, heard the surf report, been invited to a luau, went hiking, swam in a waterfall, kissed you hello and goodbye everytime we met...
However, I have:
re-connected with old friends, made some new friends, enjoyed the satisfaction of efficiency and productivity, made some really great home-cooked meals, hugged my parents and sister and grandparents, been to 2 baseball games, heard some REALLY GOOD live music, not worried about getting skin cancer, felt truly safe, been able to call my parents as late as 9 pm, begun to tell my story, laughed to the point of tears, trusted someone enough to let go again, worn my favorite sweater and a pair of heels, wrapped up in sheets and blankets and not die of heat exhaustion, gone days without needing to drive my car, rid myself of coffee hell, started volunteering again....
Has it really been 2 months?
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