Well, another family vacation week is coming to an end. I always hate for it to be over. It's kind of like all the planning that goes into Christmas...and then it's done. There's probably a name for it, but I'll refer to it as Post-Vacation Mullygrubs Syndrome or PVMS, for short. Feel free to substitute other special events in the title as you see fit: PCMS (Post-Christmas Mullygrubs Syndrome), PBMS (Post Birthday Mullygrubs Syndrome) *Note: PBMS has a shorter time span, however. It generally only lasts from ages 3 to 29.*
We just returned from our week in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. It's so beautiful there. And quiet. Now, it's no secret that I love the beach. The powerful majesty of the rolling waves overwhelms my emotions. It's also a little bit frightening. It can look calm, but have an unseen under current that can take you by surprise...not to mention large, fast swimming fish with huge mouths of razor sharp teeth...not that either stop me from being in the water. I love being at the ocean with my friends: sun, sand, waves, talking, laughter, food (although being on a diet put a monkey wrench in that part of the fun), repeat as needed. With my family, I love the mountains. The peacefulness. The beauty. The country. The mountains speak to me in a different way from the ocean. The ocean's waves crash in symbiotic time with the beat of my heart. They know the inner turmoils that churn and they are there to calm them with their constant being. High tide, low tide. Rough waves, calm waves. It's their way. The mountains whisper to my soul. Be still. Slow down. Breathe. When I'm there, I never want to leave. But, all good things must come to an end. (Unless we somehow become independently wealthy and could convince the owner to sell, then you'd be visiting me in the mountains.) I can't wait to return.
P.S. I'll post pictures of our trip in another post...once my PVMS has eased a little.