At times like these, I wish that none of my relatives read this blog - oh how I wpuld love for this post to be a bit of a rant. But I don't want to hurt anyone and I certainly do not want to need to make amends for writing something on my blog, so I will be vague and not really say anything I want to say - which as you bloggers probably know - defeats the whole purpose of a blog.
It is beautiful here. I have enjoyed painting every day. I have enjoyed the beach everyday, though I now look a bit like Lobster Girl. I have some paintings to bring home that I actually like. It has been nice to spend time with my sister and my niece.
But a week of vacation for me is too long. I NEED to go home. I will leave tomorrow afternoon and be home tomorrow night. I can't think of anything better in the whole wide world than my own little car, my own little house (modest as it is), my own little family, and my own little friends - even though they may not be multi-jillionnaires or world renowned.
Yes, my own little life sounds like my own little slice of heaven... Tomorrow.