Finally here at my parents house. So many things have changed, and so many others remain the same. Hmm... It's good to be here, but after 17 days, I already miss my own space, my own routines, my own home.

Time spent with my in-laws was good. Wonderful conversation and nights out, movies, restaurants, beach and pool. They made me feel welcome and comfortable. Not to mention the kids had a blast, and that makes me a happy mom. I'm planning to see them again before the return home.

But...

Funny thing how my "vacations" usually go for me -not well. The one thing I was looking forward to, something for me, which planned for, hoped for, wanted, needed- I didn't get, and now I won't. My husband left for Orlando earlier today, and should actually be arriving as I'm typing this.

I'm incredibly upset, and I need to vent. I need some wide open spaces where I can scream and cry and let it all out. There is no such space here -not anywhere close. Feels like this little Island is going to swallow me whole. I just want to curl up and cry myself to sleep.