It's the day after a week-long vacation to The Bahamas with the man I love and I feel little-to-no motivation to do a darn thing. I've commented on posts to Facebook, uploaded pictures from the vacation, contributed to Pinterest and to Story Lane. I have little energy for anything else though. I've not unpacked a single bag. I've not made up my bed. I've not left this house all day long.
The cruise was great! So many moments. So much love. So much to do and to experience. Seminars, spa treatments, food, games, swimming pool, hot tub, more food. Music, dancing, shopping, food. Lots of activity until the wee hours. Excursions both by land and by sea. I enjoyed participating in ship activities with my boyfriend, true; but after a while, I understood something. We are explorers and tend to be more self-directed. We are twin souls when it comes to that. The second thing is that we both need individual time: him going his way, me going mine. I'm grateful that we didn't have to have a deep discussion about it, we just sensed it and flowed with it. Easy as breathing. I lingered in the bed and he got his day started. We met up vicariously and it felt so romantic.
We're back home now. And it's good to be home. It feels comfy and cozy. I'm not tired. Not depressed. Well, not physically that is. I do miss my boyfriend. I feel like we bonded more deeply this trip. This morning, I could feel it. There was a vulnerability to us both that was deeper than it was before. We hated to part.
So today, I don't have too much to say. Just texting, writing here and there and commenting on Facebook, that's about all. I needed this day to transition back into my life at my own pace. I'll plug back into things and people more fully after a while. Until then, I give myself permission to just be.
