It’s been almost a month since I left and I’m desperate to get back. I’ve savored hot, high-pressured showers, the feel of carpet under my feet, a well-worn cushy bed, lightening fast internet, quality face to face time with sisters, and good hop-infused beer. I spent almost two weeks in Fiji surfing over shallow reef, scuba diving through coral-crusted caves, getting face to face with sharks, and drinking kava. It’s been fun. But i’m ready to get back home.

         I miss this little dog more than I can express in words. Saying goodbye to her, I couldn’t hold back the tears. I came back to California and told my sisters all about her. I thought about her while breathing compressed air in Fiji. I dream about her. I can’t wait to pick her up and give her a big squeeze.

          After a really frightening surf session from a boat in big thick waves over shallow reef, I’m really looking forward to late takeoffs over sand where there’s a lot less consequence involved in not making the drop.

               I’m excited to spend some quality time with my boyfriend Ryan.

        I can’t wait to take these four dogs down to the beach and run in the shorebreak with them. I miss that little Ardilla the most, but I couldn’t tell you which of the others I miss least. I’m more than ready to re-take my place in the pack.

            Sunday afternoons can go back to being all about volleyball with friends and cold beers a long healthy bike ride away.

       And at the end of the day, watching the sunset from the porch with my best friend in the world and no worries except what the surf will be like in the morning.
I can’t wait to get back home!