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.